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There’s coffee in the keyboard, there’s a lump in my throat, there’s a man on my phone, and also my mother’s. There’s a hopelessness in the fog and an excitement in the unknown. There’s choices to uncover and a decision to be made. There’s a new cup of coffee to my right and an unfinished crochet bonnet to my left. There’s another cough coming and a laugh to follow. There’s work to be done and a nap to be taken. There’s medicine to heal and yogurt to help the healing. There is an unending list of things to be, have, see, hear, touch, taste, enjoy, dislike, hurl, and grasp. There’s a something for every nothing. There’s words on your screen and in my mouth. There’s no sound coming out. Do you understand what this is all for ? Do you know where this is going ? Do you know i’m speaking to you; directly, to you ?
I wasn’t ready to get off the horse. The porcelain, gold and pastel painted, cold hunk carrying me in circles. I mean this in more ways than one. Once with you, once on my own. There was no hand to gently guide me off, one leg over the other, soft tap to the floor.