Throw Your Harms Around Me

[imhappygoaway]

Wasted like
paint that can't be unpainted only painted over
trumped by a neutral colour
invisible in its similarity to what surrounds it
yes perfect that pattern that wallpaper
matches up perfectly thank you
spend the rest of my life trying to sync up with what is behind me
cornered in the sparseness
of it
wet paint on one moment of space
so easy for an

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[embryo_spark]

Dear Sheila,
If you were a fly on the wall, in one of these contexts:
a) a gigantic library filled with eccentric old people reading the newspapers
b) an exquisite 100 flavours ice-cream shop where children are going wild
c) a grocery store

What would you do as a fly?
I leave it to your imagination.
:)

Fly on the Wall

[imhappygoaway]

a) I would invent languages that the elderly spoke with their hair, their ankles, their wrinkles--and then I would invent words that fit into those languages like hands washing hands--and characters inside those like concentric Russian dolls. I would try to pick the ink off the newspapers with my small small hands and I would rub them as if washing or villainous and I would harvest the news from the paper that fixed them and I would smile at the malleability of events and I would be patient and intentional and scrub every page clean though it would take me far longer to do this than the aged people would last and I would wonder, amidst all these bones all this absence who it was that I was cleaning history for and I would be glad and I would not be sure if I was glad.

I would leave only the obituaries filthy with words. Then I would move my fingers to the anklebones.

How's that for creepy? :) I've been reading too many weird short stories, maybe.