Wednesday, November 23, 2016

You know how when you’re supposed to have a thunderstorm this afternoon and also tonight and you watch black thunderheads float by like one of Heinlein’s adult Martians and everything feels tight in its skin about to bust right out if you don’t get some kind of sign from the sky and your head burns waiting and you want to eat hot curry to tamp the burn but you’re in the forest and clouds keep piling up and there’s a feeling in the air the sky ionized so strongly it could iron your father’s white cotton shirts in 3 seconds flat if only it would let loose so you start praying to whatever god is handy the god of Wednesday the god of Tuesday Weld the god of Narnia the god of bad art the god of unread books the god of your goddamn too small server the god of the broken printer the god of hospital cafeteria smells the god of loose change the god of one hour martinizing and of course Beethoven that the whole mess would just pop but it doesn't it’s a balloon in your stomach it’s full of helium and it keeps filling with helium and there’s a lot of space on account of you had one strawberry for breakfast and it’s filling quick but none of it does any good because the damned sky won’t open and everything and everyone is waiting?


2 Comments:

Blogger liv said...

Your writing is exquisite. I hope the gods are holding you, you are so very special.

November 23, 2016 at 10:19 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

thank you and thank you for coming into my life this year Liv. xoxoxox

November 24, 2016 at 1:42 PM  

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