Retrospective in Nothing
Oakley are you okay?
From a session behind the counter, and a twist and spin out into the rain feel the slink of the seat belt slide off. Lightness beats the chest, a heaviness strangely no longer there.
Pause to gather the thought and the sight of a vanishing cracks out a freezing crunch in the drops of rain onto the grass.
There with an explosion of solid wavering parts, Valve Oakleys lying apart. No longer cohesive and in a pitiful disagreement with each other.
Quivering hands sink to pick up the blind from the ground. Filthy notions racing through on the incompatibility of survival and sliding down.
Few minutes later, after the wash and dry, operations of skill tasking a popping and a clicking to something of a recovery.
Two joints of dislocation, a possible third makes a last straw.
Soon Van - Saturday, March 17, 2007 - 20:15
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