without experience I cannot know but I can imagine what it’s like to be a shiny metal ball hurdling around a tilted table avoiding traps and pitfalls being slung unceremoniously by flippers controlled by giants racing racing racing landing in an advantageous spot earning rewards setting off flashing lights and bells and maybe another chance to race or not then the lights go out darkness returns and I remember that I spent my last dollar to race so I cry in silence under the table until the next race
firm connections unwind slowly as if speed mitigates loss decisions affecting some made by one necessarily without regard forms an uneven surface the foundation of unwinding making connections difficult silence obscures inequality as if the sound of words bring pain in quiet denial new routes are chosen without regard to outcome
cooler days, colder nights windows left opened fresh air breezing through less dust than summer where is that damned vacuum? slower to wake up pajamas at night welcoming warmth of cats on the bed any-time nap-time bed-time where is that damned comforter? needing a bathrobe when the house cools below 65 Scottish plaid flannel to walk to the kitchen where is the dammed belt? the outdoor cats are standing by the door meowing displeasure their breakfast is late I feel guilty for a moment until they go back to sleep without eating wandering into the kitchen thinking how to make coffee one step at a time no! want tea this morning 5-minutes to change plans where are those damned tea bags?
we are subpoenaed to give deposition in 20 year old cases details are fragile making truth an illusion created by emotion in this court we are guilty until proven innocent
there were two multiple shootings in the news this past week one on main street USA the other at a college four dead in one one dead one injured in the other TODAY multiple target shootings are starting to resemble leaves falling in autumn do we notice as each leaf falls dead on the ground or wait until many have died when do we take up rakes to restore the yard when the air turns cold and all have fallen? or wait until denial fails and just before banality begins it is time now for cold-numbed gloveless hands to pull the rake back and back and back again corralling leaves stacking them like corpses in the front yard close to the street so all can see the dead