strike while the irons hot

strike while the irons hot

melding folding metal  a smithy hammer and an anvil

ironing shirts who does that anymore?  he did

branding cattle (dont neglect yourself dont breathe in while branding  its awful   its nasty)

making blueberry waffles

physical iterations

his was emotional

his anvil is an electric white pagehis hammer the puny keys of a keyboard

pent up wild emotions ciphered into common words

                                                      because what would be the point of writing cryptically about his feelings  his emotions  which all human beings share despite their wide varying degrees or shades obscure black to lightningbright white

this communique is a miserable attempt to strike while the irons hot

                                                                      because his emotional confusionhis battle vied warm bloodred hope against cold concrete reality              

idealists at the get-go dont have a firm grip on reality  reality is elastic  malleable   unfixed

he doesnt see his sisters body rendered by cancer  exhausted   decimated

he hears her lively vital voice  albeit tinged with exhaustion worked to wearinesshe hears her rapid neurons snapping wet towels at naked asses in a high school shower Leave your fleshy ass turned to me so I dont accidentally snap your pecker or slap you in the ballsTHATLL HURT

he hears her voice now as astonishing as he heard her voice when she was a babe  disgruntled without the words  crying FEED ME! CHANGE MY DIAPER! FIGURE OUT MY DISPLEASURE

                                                                             but sometimes she just needed to cry

she needed to learn that she was as responsible for her comfort  as much as they were in trying to alleviate her touted discomforts they assumed and discovering their T’s crossed I’s dotted insoluble  they let her to determine her druthers thats from where druthers come

he heard herhe hung on every word she said

                                               and when she says I better go. I’m taking up too much of your time.he abruptly interruptedNo youre not If youre tired thats something else I love spending my time talking with you I love you sweetheart

she admits shes exhausted

he doesnt want to let her gohell never let her go  Okay  Then well talk next week

Yes. Next week.

when theres no Next week   When theres no next week When theres no next weekwhat will he do  theyve been talking like this for better than six years every week

                                                  what will he do

hell remember what he can

hell talk about his baby sister until he cant talk anymore

then only one thing will be able to shut him up

1134,  Sunday,  26  8. 18