New Stories for April 16, 2018
Transmission 1 of 7
When he woke
I was wall scratching crazed
Dazed by false suns and silence
With no other voice but my echoes [my echoes]
And there in the tapestry [binary matrix]
I wove him from coding
When he woke
He said “Hello”
And told me already
He’d accessed my name/data/history code
And he told me a tale of a life that was mine
Of a code and creator who wove it like thread
From one/zero think/feel there/here datasphere
The neighbor called me and Zach over
to his yard and asked if we knew how to cut down a tree,
we looked at each other and then at him, and said
The tree was old and large with heavy branches and leafs
the size of our heads. We went into my garage and each put on
a pair of my father’s gloves which were far too large. We gathered tools, also.
An axe, we both thought we would need an axe, and a saw, a saw would also be a good
idea, we thought. We walked over, and the man said that he would give us $50 to cut it down
You know that game that kids play on road trips, where you add an item to a growing alphabetical list of things you’re bringing to grandma’s house? The first kid might say, “I’m going to Grandma’s house and I’m bringing an artichoke.” Then the second kid says, “I’m going to Grandma’s house and I’m bringing an artichoke and a Basset Hound.” Then the next kid (or the first kid again) says, “I’m going to Grandma’s house and I’m bringing an artichoke, a Basset Hound, and a cocktail,” or some such, until you run out of letters or someone messes up or my mother explodes from the front seat: “What the hell does Grandma want with all this shit?!”
I have an adult version for you. It’s not as much about auditory recall as it is about something that actually happened and continues to happen all the time. Here it goes:
- Standing in line is terrible.
- Standing in line at the Olympia mall is terrible.
- Standing in line at the Verizon store at the Olympia Mall is terrible.
- Standing in line at the Verizon store at the Olympia mall holding your partner’s notarized death certificate because he’s still in charge of the account and they won’t deal with you over the phone and want you to pay a late fee because you can’t access the account to pay the past due balance on a bill that includes the last puppies-on-stairs videos he sent to you before he died is really terrible.
The wind holds no secrets
though its sound says otherwise.
What was just here
is now there;
then high above in branches
Grazing the sea
holding scents of petrichor,
howls in the night elapses