curious curiouser
an curiouser cried Alice
he was reading The Attention Merchants by Wu(he called him by his last
name now because they were old friends hed
read his first book The Master
Switch then it was Timothy Wu why would a Wu Anglosaxonise his name –
though Logan the understaffed assist manager of the car rental he did business
with Do More With Less Logan Nguyen
Vietnamese why would a Nguyen do in kind to
fit in better to out fit)
and the while he was in his head above him
cawed and hawed a blackbird that sat atop of an electrical pole in the very back
corner of his yard
when he first went outside onto
the porch it met him with haw haw haw
like laughter forced at a bad
joke then caw caw caw
then hawhaw caw hawhaw ha
seeming desperate to draw attention to itself
he relented he looked up at it
it shaddup
then he returned his gaze to the paper
and clipboard on the porch railing
Caw Caw
Caw
an extraspecies game?Why not he Haw
Haw Hawed back at it Lets try this
Ill haw four times Haw Haw
Haw Haw
damn if the bird didnt mimic him
and haw back four timesCommunication but
what the fuck were they talking about
his cats indie and october were
at the screen door plucking at its screenmewing DOWN they took their paws down
two more attention getters merchants
he was surrounded by them Me Me
Me Me
while all he ever sought was anonymity
privacy which he had to upend to
make a living
the blackbird must have slipped inside his head an disagreed
it
went off on a series of Caw Caw Cawbetter than two or three dozen rapid chimes
in a rowMe Me Me like a trained vocalist
warming up their voice singing doing scalesthough monotone for a performance
What was her name
the question hed been wrestling
withhis forgetfulness he never forgot a
girls nameever he had to be deliberate let it come back into his mind
she had been there every daythree
times a day when he crawled out of the hot Epsom salt baths he took to assuage
his painful jointssplit stem to stern bilaterally atasudden it came onto him
youd think shed offer him a towel
when he was on all floors on the bathmat
at least he was covered with a
scent of lavender oil
when finally at work people often would
tell him he smelled good
Thank you Its lavender oil
their eyebrows arched
nearly imperceptibly A dude Lavender oil
I use it in my bath water
eyebrows
arched again Who takes baths
he crawled out of the bathtub
made it up to his feet
grabbed a bath towel off a hook
with two handsdidnt
grabdidnt use his hands held it between
his wrists his hands didnt work very well
she wouldnt have been much help
anyways
she didnt have wrists
she had fine articulated legs
her web was so fine he couldnt even
see it up in the corner above the vanity
she seemed suspended in midair magickal
the only thing that spoiled her
perfection were the wrapped insect husks behind and under her
why couldnt he remember her name
she attended his baths for nearly
a year
three fucking hot baths a day
then she went missing one morning
he entered the bathroom saying Good
morning up into her corneran immediately his heart fell immediately he missed her what was her name
his pain was finally ebbing what was her name an he felt she had something to do with
thatno one could convince him otherwise
Do spiders live for yearshe didnt know
she didnt grow spontaneously to her immense sizethree inches toe-to-crossedopposite-leg-toe
he was nearing painlessness
an she was gone
what
was her name
The Attention Merchants laid on
the rail off to his right
he bookmarked it with a yellowed
obit Also noted from the
Minneapolis StarTribune he dated it 11 6. 89 Albert
Spaggiari, 57, mastermind of the spectacular “sewer gang” bank heist in Nice,
France, and on the run for 12 years, died and his body was left outside his
mother’s house in Hyeres, France, by friends on Saturday, police report.
he liked the part that Alberts
body was left in front of his mothers house so shed know
he
wished he knew
then
there was a bluesparkling behind his eyes
rising up out of the deep black well of his memory an imagination her name her name floated up out of it in letters etched like whitefluffed snowflakes
held together on fine silk tines an artisan
web she might have spun
appleseed
appleseed
did it have to be that hard
Hawhaw caw
hawhaw ha ha HA
You shaddup
0123pm (breaking
tradition this once), Friday, 10 11.
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Frank Turner The Way I Tend To Be https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cf5O2M5GaEA