novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- zippy comes calling i imagine him here, popping up like samantha the 1950s housewife witch twinkled her nose and zap here he is. he is always overwhelmed to be anywhere, so he will not be too surprised. he might walk holding his elbows closer to his torso, bending his head farther down and forward, is all. he'd look in my direction, eyes taking in my cubicle, talking to me, but not making eye contact. hi elka. this your new work? i imagine him touching me lightly on the shoulder, blinking slowly, my gaze caught on his eyelashes, eyelashes that look like hundreds of spider's legs. can i have mcdonalds? i'm not your staff today. who do you ask? i ask my staff. anyway, it's not your field trip day. why would you get mcdonalds if it's not your field trip day? is this me? he points to a photograph of him pinned up on my wall. yeah. that's you. hi, me. hi. he leans in close, waving, and speaks loudly, as if he expects the image to jerk suddenly, snapping to attention. and then pop he is gone again. 1:42 pm - 09.12.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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