Where’s my fone? he turned
violently leftright cast his eye Where
the fuck’s my fone?
uhoh
all hell was going to break loose this
man without his fone was like baby without his binky
Ya leave it in the car
I didn’t
thin . .
his voice trailedhe was suddenlyup
walking to his car in the parking lot
uhoh forgot his keys on the table he wasnt
going to get in the middle of this
threequarters way to his car he
recognised he didnt have his keys
he pivoted like a welltrained marching soldier his step quick
JesusChrist, I forgot my keys,
why didn’t you say something?
One thing at a time
Haste makes
waste dig
he
didnt hear himhed already pivoted sharply again good thing he was
too old to serve
he picked up Anti-Intellectualism
in American Life Hofstadter off the café table refusing to witness the seething
and upset that he could feel from where he sat he always had a book around to help him exercise his patience letem take all the time he needs
YOU DON’T HAVE IT?YOU’RE NOT
FUCKIN WITH ME ARE YOU?
he looked up calmly
Why would I do
that Juvenile tempted
to slide into senilespikes high
You don’t like fones.
However I know where mine is
At home at home at home I know;
lot of good it’s doing you there.
That was a stupid comment
I gotta goif you had your fone
you could have called me; you want a lift home.
No thanks Go sooner you find your fone your sanity will return
I
can’t believe this.
Go Drive safe
Youll find it
apparently on the ride home
someone calledhe heard it ring it was in
the trunk beside his gymbag that he took out of the car because it was a ripe
from repeated basketball outings and he hadnt laundered his gear
he had to park in the sun it was a
hot day
he didnt turn around return to
the coffee shop
he called his cellphone to let
him know he found it
left
a voicemail
he heard the message the next day
1904, Monday,
15 11. 21
1218. Day-between-Two-Ts, 17 11.
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