I close my eyes to see more eyes, I close them tight to feel alive. I open my legs and I push my arms together, wrinkle my ankle and tip over like a nickel can on the curb. I try to feel light, feel like light aluminum. Maybe that's why I tip over.
I woke up today and raked more leaves. I put them into the wheelbarrow and piled them high next to the garage. It rained lightly throughout most of the day. I felt a little dazed in the late afternoon. A little loose in the heart, like an ogling eye. I took two Ativans today.
Alex, Erica, and I were supposed to go see Mr. Penny today, but she never called me back. That is her way. That's why my faith in her always frays. I'm like a tipped aluminum tray. A little loose in the ankles, like an ogling toe.
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