Water looped off the chin and collected in the basin below. A spherical metal whisk rolled among the milk and protein within the hard plastic bottle. Water continued to remain backed up above the colander at the foot of the shower head. Hunched down to inspect, the handle rotated some degrees to the right with the left hand, colder water streaming now.
Stepped in through the open doorway, quickly glanced down and hurriedly over at the man whose presence he was attempting to avoid, and then turned the corner into the kitchen, the bag placed deftly, assuredly on the counter. Contents emptied
socked feet thudding against the hallway’s carpet, out the back door and into still puddles of rainwater. Enough to splash heavy amounts onto the grass. wet socks continuing past the parked cars and half-lit red glow above. picking up much more speed at this point, reaching the other side of the street and leaping over a small fence. 2 months later socks were found in a bale of lettuce.
The room no longer receives direct sunlight, or maybe never did. Much warmer, the air and breeze, than now. Early November smell, more sobering and serious. The car full of belongings and things not often used, the car now used much more often. Frozen chicken food layered on a foiled square metal tray and slide across the wired oven grill timed to completion. Boards taken out of the car, both at the same time under the same right arm, stood against one another on the backyard fence. Comforting and warm face that makes me tired of thinking. Walked outside and sat under the awnings stretched and nailed secure miles away from a fairly lit moon. A conversation and moon. Stuffed emotions and bodies and sitting and sound inside while outside there is smoke and flickering lamps, some real a few not. More restlessly unhappy than before, cushioned in an inside chair, leathered pants slide past and move into the crowd, heels and business attire jumping in the middle of everything and familiar but unknown face outstretches a hand expectantly for three quarters of a second then turning extending again to another, the true target, coaxed off the couch and into the outer ring of the crowd. Increasingly confused and unsure of what to do later. More annoyed at one’s self. Less available for consultation and consideration, scrum of attitudes and opinions nullified numbed to expressed against told to relayed from tracked again lied for hated.
Thats the kettle calling the black pot hanging noticeably from the rain gutter. Darker in contrast to the light-stained fog outside, the sterile luminescence of keys with letters and numbers.
Cross-hatched and scored cells of the hand, mirrored fingers.
The source cracked open and identified, in glowing primeval organism, lifting upwards through the thrush, the grass beating the ground, over and over.
silvered dragon streams of breeze sieve through the window screen and wash over the bed. punctured holes and soft jagged edges of clouds. large explosions and dispersions in the mezzanine, boards nailed shut with eyes like potatoes. the crows seem to communicate together as a team, covering a wide swathe of air.
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