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WILLIAM STEIN

 
Choice, 2014

Choose me!

We’ll get there. To be honest though, who knows? Who cares?

It definitely wouldn’t make much....
Well...
Intentions, and honourable.
Of course!

Soon enough, in any case.
I’d say, definitely!
Definitely!

Where is he anyway? He said he’d be here...

Finally. When he arrives, he has at least three coats on; two of them are newish.
That is to say, they are not too old.
In general terms he is still young, and so, feeling rather bold after all, he leaps at his fortune, and tears,
bit by bit,
bone by bone.

After a while, all that is left is a memory of something,
really very average. Dreams.

Two men! An awful cough! Ladders?? Friends in the end. Old friends.
Who knows!? Not me!

So with that, I sweep away the mess,
and direct my attention to the junction between the ceiling and the wall.

Now. Walking in hand with one another, we take stock of several possibilities, possible situations.
In and out.
In. And. Out.

Unhanded, we take stock of several opportunities.

Sounds like it anyway.

So.. let us check:

Situations. Crumbling, fortunate.
A fortunate situation. I’m crumbling in
a fortunate situation.

My heart. Red. Bloody. Thumpy.
Legs. Full of blood. Red inside. Full to the edge.

And toes too. Bit of bone.
Some blood.
Green eyes...

Orange numbers.
Orange car.
Blankets.
Lights.
Dark (passing).
Orange lights (passing).
Orange comfort.


Good future.

Blue eyes.


Body with stuff in it.

Fizzy.

Looking forward to things.

Bit angry.

Nerves.

Old,

and probably dead....


But what is this? Straight ahead, and up: A man. Smiling.

The fear; the terror!

In any case, it will soon be over, that is to say, at least soon they will finish.


How can we proceed in this way though? Such nonsense!!

One of us will think “such and such”, and of course the other will feel quite differently! And why not...


...................

It is certainly quiet now, just a bit of scraping and sharpening...

Wind in the tree.
A car door.

Another...

Voices.

......Fuck it!


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