Wisdom

October 7

You’re new. We expect big things, yadda yadda. Good luck, hope to keep you up and all that. We’ll see.

It’s 1 and 1 and the motto remains do no harm. Quiet in here with the nursery empty. Big doings.

October 9

It’s 6 and 4. The buttons are all pressed—like the pants har har har. We had turkey and cheese but held out for better.



October 12

They called us unreasonable. By the book, okay. Never unreasonable.

October 13

They apologized. Good on them, that’s what we say. Our motto remains do no harm.

It’s 7 and 8, but the buds look sickly. Lit firecrackers that just won’t pop.



October 17

Delayed and haven’t tended to you. So, haven’t tended to me, either. The buds look better today—not so dry. They seep a little from the cracks on top.

It’s 1 and 2 and, for whatever reason, 5 as well. Haven’t seen that in a long time.

October 18

Checked the sample locker, and it’s been static for some time. No one cares anymore, like this is it.

Surroundings? It’s gray all over. Walls. Chairs. Bins. Counter. Coffee pot. Coffee har har. Leaves. I bring them in and tape them to the wall. Scotch tape. Gray tape dispenser.

Better for them. No stimulus.



October 19

Sorry. Me. Round. Short hair, brown. Small feet. Screwy eye that won’t focus. Other one the color of dry, red mud. Ample cheeks. Both. Or, all four.

October 22

Through and through, the tables turning around and around, and hell I’m made dizzy by it. God is in the grout work. God seals the windows. God is my auto-pilot.

It’s 4 and 8.

October 25

It’s 7 and 7. Not sure how. Can’t blog.



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The illustrations for this post were provided by the one and only Matt Briggs. Read everything he ever writes.

Everything.

Forever.

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You can still download a free copy of my little chapbook Creation Stories from Happy Cobra Books. I will also have 50 print copies any minute now.