mountains off the harbor

(608)
meet me round the roundabout
its close to that hotel bar called
whispers

i can't promise you
anything
my watch only works on GMT
and my phone is at the bottom of my glass
but i seldom dont wake up
right before my alarm
and i
've seen more than one movie with the
stick trick
hand in the sand
watching my whitefaced watch
so i imagine i could do it
as long as you don't want to meet at noon
(613)

621
bubble wrapped brick
bubble wrapped brick
bubble wrapped brick

bubble
wrapped
brick

bubble wrapped
brick

621

federales

1217
and where did all of the dust and blood strewn stories go
the long limbed shadows squinting
the bribed man
the cactus and the cormac

when vampires and werewolves
rule the land
with eternity
the outlaw, the outlier, the ostracized on the edge of town
is not written down

there are no psuedo stars muttering in trailers
no posters adorning the backs of cheap doors
no rattle of cans
kicked down back alleys

all pancho, no lefty
and who gets to play santa anna
who roadtrips to the basement of the alamo

and the cowboy set sits
and the bat teeth grin
1222

something i'll call kale

1228
I called a guy today
on your behalf
i said
but i don't know how you reacted
i was too busy looking at the coffee cup
on the table

and who eats properly anymore
who eats boiled nuts
and raw kale

and i'm distracted
what is the name of that lettuce that tastes spicy
and why doesn't it come to my sandwich, mind
and how much can i take
think about
before telling you
that it wasn't on your behalf, not really, not even in my mind
but for me. your desire was more mine.
1230

$2,400 on a wax figure

1223
the heat is on
the heat is on the heat is on

and the rings are on the side of the tub
and an actress from the 80's bubbles
around the white paint chips on the floor


and ringlets have more than one meaning

1224(5)

Cells

The universe created us to appreciate it, which seems to be the true purpose of endowing consciousness. It is also why we perceive such a large variance in our relationship to the universe, the horrid and the sublime are both aspects of our perception. Our perception of the world is our place in it. Our place in it is part of everything else.

This then, is a story about everything that exists.

This is about a woman whose ideas are observations. It is drab. There are no resolutions. It is everything life is, but which we never wish for ourselves. It is boring. It is a colossal waste of time. It should never be crafted and put in this world, but is everything the world asks of us.

We will begin with nothing happening. Well, many things are actually happening. She wakes up. She isn’t late and doesn’t need an alarm clock. She takes her time slowing gaining consciousness and proceeds to sit up in her single bed. She gets out. She turns and smoothes the covers down pat. She feels a squirt of glee and then a quick wave of annoyance as she spies her slippers. She folded down the sheet without putting them on at the same time. This was a time waste. She is better than that. She can multitask because useful people multitask and she is useful. She vows to save time by shaving her armpits while the conditioner in her hair soaks in. She knows it needs time because the conditioner bottle tells her it does and she always reads and follows directions. This is also why, when she makes her breakfast, and finds herself low on cereal, she confidently reaches back to the shelf where behind the box of generic she has just pulled lies another box. Not the same store brand, but the same sort of cereal. This grocery had their cereal at a few cents cheaper, and this fact had gotten her to notice the second store’s coupons and track them against her normal grocery store costs. When she had taken gas and time into account, she found the new store to be a few cents cheaper for her to shop at. All of the products in her home were now backed up with the new markets products. She is loyal only to price. She does not eat for taste.

Unfortunately, her profession isn’t one where we can find interest in its bland nature. It isn’t universally reviled, we will find no glamour in her persistence to carry on despite crushing repetition, as we might find with technical manual proofreaders, nor will we find her sitting behind a desk attempting to break out of the morass that she finds herself in, as we might with a rogue accountant who invents a better form. No, she is quite content to drive her beige car, awash in easy listening, to a job where she has exhibited an unwavering average ability for eight years.

On her lunch break, she waits her turn for the microwave in the employee lounge. While she waits, she rips off a single panel of paper towel as she has found that she’s forgotten a napkin. She does not announce this to anyone as she knows it isn’t very interesting. She eats with one or two people that have also brought their lunch and then she goes back to work. Her office has gray flattened carpet and her chair is black with black roller wheels. It sits on a clear plastic pad that allows her limited ability to glide around.

She writes a to-do list to herself before leaving work. She powers down her computer and turns off the red battery strip button with a light push of her shoe.

She makes hard boiled eggs. She watches tv while folding her clothes. She thinks about but doesn’t take a bath. She reads a story in a magazine and puts on moisturizer. She pauses in the hall to adjust her hair. She talks on the phone. She brushes her teeth.

She goes to sleep quickly and on her back. She does not dream.

This is what her cells want. This is what the universe needs.

a leash is only a rope with a noose at both ends