Category Archives: bleeding

…ANIMALS LOOKING AT THE PRINT…

[Response to: Chapter 1]

He thought he was made of meat and bones but also work and what people thought when they read about the garden and the slugs and his garden and its moss or was it mold in the low spots where after the rain everything looked like it had a hole in it or like it had been shot and left with a hole in it. Also there were very long, wet stems. Someone else but not he went and was face down in the garden making an impression in the dirt and the dirt was scratching his eyelids. He saw himself a man moving quickly in the rain trying to hurry under a roof while the rain fell and he worried about some things he held in the protective breast of his jacket. Perhaps if he imagined himself a man worrying and trying to hurry he might bypass the possibility of the situation manifesting at one time or another and thus avoid being entrapped there in the rain with objects to safeguard. Particularly if he could listen or read about a man who experienced a situation he wished to avoid. Something taller but rather thinner than a cat was rustling nearby several legs and a skinny shoulder glimpsed together in a gap between clusters of hydrangea. Face straining up out of the soil he peered through the dusk and the tall wet forest of uniform stems. An animal who would not know to avoid the rain, who would look at the dirt to see what was in it, no big artifice and everything in pointed reason.

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…DOWNHILL TO THE KITCHEN…

[response to “Terminal things”]

Alex cut himself on a piece of glass.  His mother went to go get a piece of cloth to stop the bleeding, but Alex noticed that the drops of blood, which were quickly becoming huge blotches on the carpet, were doing something interesting.  They became spiny little metal pellets and burrowed.  He shook his hand, not like a handshake, but how you wring out a towel when you want there to be less liquid.   More blood spurted out, only this time it became a pink powder and made the room very dusty.  He felt slightly faint.  It would make more sense if he knew where the glass came from or what it had touched.  But it had run off.  It was probably in his kneecap or his father’s study.

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