Wednesday 3/28/2007 12:08:00 AM

You are in a nondescript room. There's only a plain desk with one pencil drawer and a lamp on top that won't turn on. You open the drawer to find paper and pencil, but no reason to use them. You change the bulb, but the corpse doesn't respond.

You put your hand into your shirt and crank the accelerator on the cap. The engine opening just enough to stall. A puppet in the stop motion stories the past culls from our lives. Trimming the dead branches. The bruised fingernails of former salvations discarding their roles. A phone call at a time.

You are in a nondescript room. There's only the cursor waiting for your reply. You are examing the lamp. Obsessed with determining why there's no light.

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