i am halfway through! a thought i can continue. i end the narrative with flickering lights. i stop for where i was: thought loops about me or the world. thats all. now I am 25 and 20 years older than when I was 5. 15 years older than when I was 10. 10 years older than when I was 15.
my skin sticky from standing too long. I should not punish my bones or my clothes for keeping me upright. I curse gravity for its consistency.
I stand in a room and stare towards a dozen tables.
each table calls me towards it. I say “shhhh”. And count them. In front of me are a hundred tables. they each call out to me and I am torn. I say “shhh” I need to see. I count 400 tables in front of me and ask them where we are? We are in Vegas, at the APA national championships. I look down and see that there is only the 8 ball left. I spin it! It answers “shut up already alice”. mean magic 8.
