she held the sheet of paper to
her ample breastin a heartbeat hed trade places with the page if he could yes fold me spindle me mutilate me crush me(though if spindled hed favor it least) Vissit V-I-S-S-I-T Really
There arent two Ss in visit
There are if you sit and visit with a hawk
V-I-S-S-I-T
I read that
And you
missed my suggestion . .
.
. Unfortunately I miss a lot of your suggestionsI see em just miss em
Screwball you know Im not ignorant if I misspell a word Ive misspelled it for a reason I dont spell words wrong I have too much respect for the language and who Im addressing
I see it now Vissit
Visit and sit You could write it
V-I-S the second S inside a parenthesis I-T
The obviousness of a parenthesis inside
a word would bother me . .
. . But you parenthesize
when you write an aside
Yes I do Though then in its obviousness one can read around the parenthesis its sentiment excluding it as it isnt truly necessary to the narration
or speech or exposition Within it Im intruding
talking directly to the reader
Thats true
It is he smiled
thats why he liked it when she read his pieces no one could understood a piece more than she their
intimacy help found much of what he wrote
Christ I love your mind
I love you love my mind I love yours
black cawebirds squawked at the
hawk(he referred to in the piece) as it sat atop a redwood
he or she(were enormous) made it
their midday perch
the redwood had grown appreciably
in the four years they had been in the house on the hill
the hawk hunkered down ignoring
the blackbirds their caws their divebombing
it lasted all of a minute
then the blackbirds moved on
they were only two hed seen many
more on other occasions and too many dives and passes had probably tuckered
them out
they came out of their
coincided-dives and at altitude spread their wings glided then flapped off to the
north
the telephone rang indoors
it was probably a machine calling
his machine and when the machine recognised a machine was answering it it would
disconnect
entering his studio he heard the
machine hang up cutting off his daughters voice and message Fuckin rude machines he muttered
returning to the porch he arrived
as the hawk lifted off and quickly ascended in a widening spiral
at a blue rarified altitude it outstretched
its wings and raced off also to the north above the gulf between him and the
next ridge over a half-mile away and disappeared behind it never once flapping its wings
he called after it So long big guy big grrl I hope to see you tomorrow
then almost seemingly in answer a salve to his abandonment to his left a brilliant hummingbird bolted up
to the hanging feeder he placed and sipped reared back forward to sip back a curious littlebird then it rose on the whirl of its beating wings
and hovered directly across from his face not two feet away eyeballing him
Yes little one I know youre here I was saying goodbye to the hawk
it was winter in California
the little one from among the
many decided to stay on
Thank you again for remaining little one acknowledged he seemed to nod
then briskly sped off to the north also to the north into a neighbors tree the tree its harbor and roost and home
he read somewhere or at least he
thought he did he read copiously that
souls often become birds
he felt attended by souls vissited
it must be true
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