our senses dim and we search for gentle hands and light, then we enter the darkness as the darkness enters us. precious, little light in the dark, as long as there's breath.
mister was moving soul slow. the only time his motion quickened was in the last yards before the dentist. after his milk bone he again moved slow. i picked up a blue flower by the curb. it was a crushed pen that blackened my right hand. i separated the pen from the flower and put it on mister's forehead. idle know why sometimes the picture is sharp and sometimes blurred. i really wish i could see how mister sees now. but if i could see the way he sees i might be blind. and then what would we do. we would be waiting together. somebody else would bring us out.
on the way my tire was nearly flat. i can tell you this deflates my heart, even though i can inflate it again. which i did with the help of joe blow at open produce. when i got on i heard a loud pop and said there, it's done, and looking down saw a flap of black rubber, my heart deflated again suddenly. but lo, the tire was still hard! i got a thrill in my groin. the pop was the delivery man truck! all the bike shops are closed, but if my tire doesn't hold i can walk today, and sweet r. can drive us to the liberry.