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March 9, 2011

I am woken by the amber chants of bald men


and ecstatic squeals of children


& the mysterious banging and grinding that will miraculously turn into

a new storey on a house across the street

or a new building in the next street down the block

once I have the energy to walk past


the lubricated heat makes sleep slippery and elusive, like the geckos that dart from behind anything that stands still too long and becomes inert


it is hard to imagine ever moving again.  my new ambition is to become a hatstand.


restlessly the familiar ceiling fan turns, once so evocative of black and white movies about men wearing hats and white suits and women ordering gin and tonics from underneath parasols.   now it’s just a necessity


a new scientific study asserts that we make better decisions when we have an urgent need to pee.  including, one presumes, the decision to pee when we need to.   the need to pee may be my salvation.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. arcane permalink
    March 12, 2011 12:51 pm

    You have beautiful warmth in your words.
    Though ask me again when I have a full bladder…

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