justwrite 19 february

to confirm what you must already have suspected yes i have just won at solitaire and the feeling is indescribable undeniable pliable like playdough molded back and forth between suggested answer categories i am so lonely oh-no-ly speaking or yes i have been seeking such quiet the hand spread out in victory four little piles and no waiting with spades for diamonds and clubs for hearts and the darts swift and departing regularly dripping down the window and the thing though is the blows are not just invisible and the piles easily divisible but not quite forgivable just because they go in a row rising from small to tall to the king of it all the regression blessing an atheist's bliss with accidental holiness the water splashing up on toes held high to the sky the rising tide hiding no moss bossing no cost benefit analysis and the kiss on my shoulder is dry and scratchy and besides it is a tree branch the romance all gone out of the way and the play is resumed with the curtains reshuffling all ready to hit the deck to run to fun through the true-life drama the pausing for commas the llamas and their dollies calling out for anna's polly down the window out the tree and there was some sort of story there but the blue and the blonde and i guess now it's all gone