When decrinkling the ball,

steam out the wrinkles with a whisper:

“Feckless!"

 

Not too loud.  Your mother is sweetening things in the kitchen.

 

You, on the other hand, spend hours organizing your interns and your gimmicks.  You put red dots on your cheeks, red dots over your I's, you are too cute for this world, my girl!

 

There is so much string in here.  What on earth have you been up to?

 

Well, I blathered most of yesterday.  I mean, I put some X's over my I's, I mean.  Everything was stars, I mean, I crossed my I's.  I was Bessie.  I was Robert.  I said two things that were the same.  I said one thing that crossed itself.  It was so beautiful, it was so beautiful the way it nullified itself and sat down.

 

We were in this smoky café, one of those places where it's okay to burn to the underside of things I guess, I made these guesses out of dollhouse furniture, we made these memories.  And I poured one pretty heavy.  It was so tall!  It just kept saying the same thing over and over and over and over and oh, building itself up so high.   So we climbed on top of it and threw balls over paper, I mean the balls were paper, but they were also in the mirror, so they were meaning!—also, but over it.  And everywhere looked so beautiful from up there I couldn't hear anything but the now and then all these theories appeared.  It was sort of, well, they took all the "candles" let's say.  I guess they flickered there in the dark and finally went out, went out on these wax wings, a sort of super exclusive vacation in those mountains that peak at what you would call heaven, but I didn't care, I got the dark one's number, I’ll see him sometime, I'm not worried about it, so just slow down.

 

(Oh, the scary corner-quiet of I!  You don't have to crouch with me here.  I've got this siren thump-sucking squeal upstairs, I'll show it to you later.  You don’t believe me, but I do!)

 

Anyway, the candles were out, and we drew a big graph in the dark there, we carved a big old graph into the tabletop, and oh, what a gathering of lines!  I couldn't see them intersecting, but they were, and I moved my face towards them, and I knew, I just knew I was so beautiful there in the dark, I knew that you and I were finally so beautiful crossing each other there in the dark.

 

Do you remember?  Do you remember me now? 

 

Yesterday? 

 

Ok, whatever, I'll see it tomorrow, X—I'll see you tomorrow.