Today I fell on my back and it was, I imagined as I lay there,
a cartoon like slip--feet up and straight out, arms out like a zombie, and a wrinkled
up anticipatory grimace writhing across my face as my parietal lobe connected with
concrete--and then the rest of me landed. Reverse unraveling of anticipation backed
down my face as pain rolled inside my brain from the top of my head down into
my sternum.
a cartoon like slip--feet up and straight out, arms out like a zombie, and a wrinkled
up anticipatory grimace writhing across my face as my parietal lobe connected with
concrete--and then the rest of me landed. Reverse unraveling of anticipation backed
down my face as pain rolled inside my brain from the top of my head down into
my sternum.
I groaned like a bald old man in a 70s sitcom, and looked at
the boot-toes, and raised my fingertips. They were encrusted in snow but I
could feel the icy adhesive, and so all was good, as long as I could stand up
but who knew if that was going to happen and whether anyone would be able to
find me if I couldn’t and what would Pepper the dog choose to do drop the
pigskin and drag me down 6th street till I came to or the ambulance
showed up dragging a chain?
the boot-toes, and raised my fingertips. They were encrusted in snow but I
could feel the icy adhesive, and so all was good, as long as I could stand up
but who knew if that was going to happen and whether anyone would be able to
find me if I couldn’t and what would Pepper the dog choose to do drop the
pigskin and drag me down 6th street till I came to or the ambulance
showed up dragging a chain?
I now know what a rainbow trout feels like when an angler
lets it go and it wants to take a left turn and keep turning left finning left
and spinning downstream in a perpetual yin-yang of life and death until it
snaps it all straight or becomes otter breakfast. I can’t say I know what it feels like to
breathe water, or even want it to always be 53 degrees around me (well maybe)
or be stuck in one river drainage the entirety of my life (well, def maybe),
but today when I went to walk the dogs, I forced my balance around the driveway
corner, but my head led me left, and I steered it back right and stayed
straight on the walk and it felt like mental effort so I walked it, then I
wanted to let it go and see if it was still there, and most def it is still
there.
lets it go and it wants to take a left turn and keep turning left finning left
and spinning downstream in a perpetual yin-yang of life and death until it
snaps it all straight or becomes otter breakfast. I can’t say I know what it feels like to
breathe water, or even want it to always be 53 degrees around me (well maybe)
or be stuck in one river drainage the entirety of my life (well, def maybe),
but today when I went to walk the dogs, I forced my balance around the driveway
corner, but my head led me left, and I steered it back right and stayed
straight on the walk and it felt like mental effort so I walked it, then I
wanted to let it go and see if it was still there, and most def it is still
there.
In this concussive state, if I don’t concentrate on swimming
straight I’m in big trouble. I know I shouldn’t drive, and I can’t play with
the dogs very well. Football games are right up my alley, and you know who will
think that an excuse to do nothing tonight, but maybe I will get up and try
carving a slippery turkey with an electric carving knife. Happy holidays and
happy winter. It is here. Start tying and reading!
straight I’m in big trouble. I know I shouldn’t drive, and I can’t play with
the dogs very well. Football games are right up my alley, and you know who will
think that an excuse to do nothing tonight, but maybe I will get up and try
carving a slippery turkey with an electric carving knife. Happy holidays and
happy winter. It is here. Start tying and reading!
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