17.10.18




he didnt think for a moment that it was impossible that spiders or insects butterflies birds fish or animals couldnt ghost


the line stuck with him through the day that he wrote it and into the next day  and the day after                                                                           
he didnt think he was obsessing
                                               and if he was

so what



after lifting he treated himself to a dry sauna 

it was like a cold red cherry on top a sundae 

to take a sauna incentivised him to lift he used to use a whirlpool as an incentive but the astringent chlorine smell overcame and wearied him  the hot cedar smell was appealingit reminded him of the contiguous Forest Preserves near his boyhood home the hot summers the smell of the hot trees the sound of the wind through their crowns the branches stickling the strong musk of the cool fallen leaves layered year after year  the smell of time past the quivering ribbons of sunlight and shadows bird calls anointing the present  the curious wonderingthe future teasing

when he went to leave on his bike his mother came to the back door and through the screen said  Don’t you go into the woods. It’s not safe there.

Yes  is all he said he could agree it might not be safe
                                                       then nimbly he stepped on the raised pedal rolling the bike forward threw his leg over the seat went up the cobbled pathveered onto the driveway and sped away

and free

           he never bothered with the crushed leaves in the cuffs of his pants the crumbled leaves clinging to his thighs to the back of his shirt he didnt bother because he wore the smell of the forest in his hair and on his skin

if his mother asked he wouldnt lie she did the laundry he couldnt fool her he wouldnt try

so it was their little ritual  she cared   he cared that she cared   

however he had little sisters and brothers

they were also her responsibility 

once his paper route was done and he brought the laundry down from the upstairs bathroom to the laundry tub and wringer in the basement and he made sure his siblings had breakfast and he did the dishes and he made sure they were dressed and that they had something before them to keep themselves occupied or they were playing together nicely 

          he was free



once inside the sauna he closed his eyes let the heat envelope him and beginning to sweat he let go of his mind  

there he entertained his notion of animals ghosting in the back of his mind he played the times he heard his roommates banging the kitchen cupboard doors he saw himself get up out of bed go up the hall and enter the empty kitchen  FerChristssake he barked yawanna keep it down people are trying to sleep

people ghost he couldntwouldnt deny that any animal butterfly bug bird fish also had the ability to ghost and their sheer numberswhich made him smile sardonically wryly  their sheer astronomical numbers improved their odds and that they had been alive on the planet long before the first hominid staggered to her feet and stood upright

                                                                                                                what a trip

sweat dripped off him

he guessed he had another fifteen minutes

he step down off the bench and went to the plexiglass vertical panel and looked at the clock outside seventeen minutes  he was close
             he could smell time on him 

he returned to the high bench and sat down sighed 

he closed his eyes again



a snort echoed dull inside the cedared saunahis eyes popped opento his right on the lower bench sat an animal a creature a minotaur a buffalo head  asif a buffalo were made human

snort No. snort Don’t be startled. You've imagined as much said the buffalo. I have come to tell you we agree with you.

Agree  he was perplexed what did the buffalo agree with him about

Your mind, your agitation is obvious. We feel it, we can read it.
                                                                 just moments before the buffalo appeared he was wondering with disgust how the United States Secretary of the Interiorwho was anything but a steward or guardian of public lands hed say sacred lands was that day assembling corporate heads and other government officials to meet at an undisclosed location in Yellowstone to discuss financing and how to best enable energy companies access to the land

he pressed his back against the hot wall to avoid his horns as the ghost buffalo shook his shaggy head

when he recognised his protective posturehis arms crossed before his chest the buffalo said I’m sorry, excuse me, I am as upset as you are.

Yes  but it seems apparent to me that more Americans than not disagree with the Secretarys judgment  Yet somehow that is excluded from the argument  It seems despite our demonstrations that they will do as they believe they canthat they were duly confirmed to perform these tasks The President is behind this noxious idea So damn future generations Everything changes Why shouldnt our natural resources be mined despite them being our American Wonders
and Right

the buffalo snorted againthough more violently he turned his shaggy head and looked him directly in the eyes Do you believe I’m sitting here with you?


I do


Good.  Believe your eyes.  I must assembly the herd.

then as they looked deeply into the others eyes the buffalo began to fadebecome indistinct vaporous a soft mist then he sifted into nothingness





the evening newspapers reported that the assembly the Interior Secretary had convened in Yellowstone were all dead 

the horses they rode into the park on had returned alone late afternoon to their stables arousing suspicion

a party was sent out to locate the men

it appears they were trampled to death 

trampled to death beneath cloven hooves

it was reported that for hundreds of yards to the West of where the men were found the field was gouged and broken ripped into clods the bodies were gruesomely devastated  dismembered  

yet  beyond where the ghastly remains were found the field surrounding it in all other directions were unscathed  





they died figuratively as a period a punctuation mark at the end of a long-winded run-on sentence


1440, Monday,  15  10. 18
1314,  Twosday,  16  10. 18

Gaye Su Akyol  Çok Mutlusu  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KmfRyrOX50 

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