next week in January
Nothing to report except that something in the far room is trying to get all the attention ah the refrigerator is competing w/ the heat pump making a horrible noise chewing the scenery w/ random buzzing on off on off on on off off like a morris code signaling random metamorphose imagery wanting to alarm someone w/out triggering the part of the brain that will decode seizures + dressed up like a veteran vizier w/ a black belt + black collar + just the best black costume ever for a refrigerator begins making her way toward the grand outdoors toward the heat pump + he w/ fists up imaging himself in my imagination to be a stumpy scrappy boxer ready for the fight lifts himself from his foundation + begins the arduous journey forward navigating into lucidity i lift my head + see a mental chalk line in the center of the room the central spot where the two would meet + showdown but no upon meeting they will bow + waltz + i will glance away like interrupting a private moment … i awake cursing to a widening gyre of brightness dawning on my closed eyelids it was quiet too quiet like missing santa i had sleep through the dance + now all is settled back in for now til tonight + communication is often more complicated than this.
