4 january

turning the window into blinds the day gets slanted - easy on the light and night comes up quicker : thick laying on of stories when a pair of ears appears (captive audience and willing spillover mop-up) (show me yours i'll tell you mine) - even as the listening spins out this is how the trimming extends and the hair gets shorter - snip and spin as the floor gets piled - details gone wild (oh i know!) with sympathy cards hardened in the middle and soft around the edges but let me tell you something i have not! got! my glasses on and there's something strongly wondersome to think about - like doubts i mean - the ways and the needs all getting met, maybe one regret too many to pass along in the shampoo and the rinse and the conditioning and the twistup parade well before the scissors even - but by the time the floor is covered, so are all the bases and there is nothing more i'm planning to add other than i'm glad i've made myself available here for the open-ended questioning that might not have been posed - just exposing the willing audience appearance - again, the no-fear-ance and the lack of judgement/ no budge meant to harm, all charm and no leaving (blow and the dryer means intermission late in the final act) traction lost with the language upkeep, deep in the translation - fascination of words mostly heard and somewhat guessed - pressed into service nervous enough in their delivery but shivery with emotion and disgust at the break-up (a cup that never overflowed, but now - cast away, the play to be had in examining its flaws, and wondering after a sweeter sip, even while disdaining it) - just a trim and a listen and a betterfeel empower - add a wonderhow to tipleave without too much thought entangled - though a friend she has is so nice and would be perfect want his number?