lines for an imaginary poem

The one god has blotted out the bad birds with your hair. Another god

smears the words of prayer, leaving contrails of blood and dust.

Hmmm....

Writing down: My measurements {in the margins of CCCC proposal}.

Writing up {on post-its}: HTML specs for "map" tags, link to "Mapping the Resistance" article from CCC and hand drawn maps to braid salons in Ann Arbor, E. Lansing and Windsor.

Ecohazards caused by tanning oil: 1

Meanwhile, back on the mattress:

Listening to a passepied by Debussy, she watches the unevenly matched blinds as though they are a silent film.

reading "The Age of Innocence" during finals:

"Hold on", my hand flies up, palm out:

"Newland just ran into May's cousin the eccentric countess Ellen Olenska in Newport".

Long pause.

"Now", I face my student, gingerly placing the bookmark in the book, "what brings you into the office here today?".

night

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unsolved mysteries

So anyway,

it strikes me as extremely funny

that one of the worst things that has happened in my life happened at Panera.