fear of pencils

8/12/04

I don’t want anyone to see me with pencils. Judi Beach in the newspaper, Eggemoggin Reach. Imaginary Maine. The clock is ticking. On the outskirts. Draining wine from a weak body. Mud in the flats.

Is it a slideshow? What else is capture? Manufacture is not capture. The broken-down metaphor machine. “The system is down.” “She’s just saying that because she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Maybe it’s not no-capture, but rather selectivity. So what then is the prompting? S is excellent on the phone, on his feet. He’s invaded the bed. The wide-open bed. It’s a hard one with heavy covers, difficulty rolling over. Hard rolling over.