justwrite 31 october

in the non-fiction world the unfurling is too predictable the ridiculous supposition that someone talks when you're ready to listen is laughable the graphable probability is a bowtie crossfiring down the amazon and to the left two doubledoors on the right send fright through your horror movie mind and the well-defined reminders the cliches the re-animes the space between acting and retracting the shots from a short there's a certain hurting beyond the measurable unjustifiable three trials full of no waiting though the jury's out to lunch and they're not coming back they're suddenly all losing track of their fields of vision initiating collisions with immovable objects in their schedules like chicken salad residential regulars down at the corner there there's a store as you might guess though you must dress like you're nobody and act like you're something if you want anything to be made of your order the leastof which to mention is the gift of pickles tricking brine through teeth caught and released from the barrel unsterilized and ready for some tricks sticking to molars and rolling on regardless a card messing full of names exchanged for credit or for a dubious sort of series of worlds at war with their dials and crying out for turning in with answers made of static