From a deck of cards.
Yeah, you're going to. Yeah, yeah. You're going to. Find it. Find your true. True parts. Yeah, well that's not what we all need. Do we? I promise not to get in it. Get in the way. Yeah.
A picture book, about blindness.
"Edgar parts his hair from left to right. Lawerence does not part his hair at all. All the girls think Edgar is from dreams. Only one girl has ever seen Lawerence as something to look at."
Rulers, Levels, Graph paper, Compasses, Fathers, Grandfathers, Great-grandfathers, The bible, The dictionary & Gut feelings.
News anchors, Preachers, Teachers, Misspellings, Mispronunciations, Lengthy fingernails, Dissonances, Apple cores & Your futures.
Corks, Bookmarks, Tabs, Walls, Locked elbows, Twisted wrists, Fences, Parking meters, Armrests, Opposite charges & Carelessness.
Screws, Paperclips, Staples, Rubberbands, Closed hands, Interlaced fingers, Belts, Strings, Gravity & Common interest.
What shape is the sky?
I was thinking about a time sitting in the car when I was younger. Face pressed against the glass, I was fascinated by the passing cars. The speed they passed us with! Was our mini-van capable of those sorts of velocities? They passed one by one. They passed in clusters. And each time I listened for their secrets. Only later did I realize all of us were going the exact same speed, just in opposite directions. I had forgotten I was moving. Don't forget things like that.
are those your glasses?
yes?
i mean, do you wear them?
yes?
no, i mean, do they have a prescription?
no.
oh so they are not your glasses?
no, they are.
oh, well let's see them then.
.
no, on you.
on me?
yes.
.
those are not your glasses!
From beginning to end. Rusty carrot fingers. (We were warm. Jesus Christ, it's colder here.)
But I remember seeing a flock of birds, and we sat on top of a hill hoping they'd want to make small talk. We lied to them, I sat, said then nodded and you closed your eyes, they flew south. Some went west. We migrated back and forth, and we were stronger for it. I crossed the states alone knowing I'd have places to be, with faces to see. I lined the sounds in just the right order. There's a paper bag full of a mess you cleaned without even looking. I couldn't throw it away. I remembered to remind myself of the to-dos. And the already-dids. I know where I am and I'll be there too.
"Something filled up my heart with nothing, someone told me not to cry. Now that I'm older, my heart -colder. And I can see that it's a lie. Children, wake up. Hold your mistake up before they turn the summer into dust. And children, don't grow up. Our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up. We're just a million little gods, causing rainstorms turning every good thing to rust. I guess we'll just have to adjust."
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