atoms, hair, dirt, letters, eye contact, footsteps, threads, needle eyes
A small story:
Why I was late for everything I went to today, even though I made a distinct effort not to be late for anything, but was anyway, but never more than ten minutes
I'd rather not talk about it.
The tip of a pen. Reasons for doing things. Shattered glass. Note heads on a staff. Particles. The God particle. The moments we pass over. Sequins. Scales. Hang nails. Papercuts, which hurt. Splinters. How come small things are more noticeable when they hurt? My confidence in my writing ability. Rice. Sand. Stars from here. My understanding of a lot of things. Seeds. Everything, when it's divided up. Water vapor. Raindrops. Air sacs. Blood vessels. Brain cells.
Cocktail Party
Praying I don't say the wrong thing. Will they know?
Sandstorm
It was only after the wind died down that I heard I was not the only one calling for help.
Victories. Bursts of optimism. Lightning bugs.
The difference between what is happening and what might have happened. DNA. Temperature degrees. Sips of coffee. Sips of alcohol. Candle flames. Keys. Sharks' teeth. Moments.
Shoe buckles, shoe laces, earrings, hair pins, scraps, pennies, plankon/whale food.
[List of small things] Things that tear friendships apart. Fodder for denial. Little pink crosses.
Things that trigger memories.
Tricks of our senses and chance encounters. I swear it was Jeffrey's black hair, a block ahead of me; his wavy dark hair and crooked nose, I saw that angle of his neck in profile as he tucked his head and disappeared ino the corner store where he worked.
I didn't go in. That would have ended badly.
Things we recognize about each other.
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