"How's the job going?" no one asked.

"How's the job going?" no one asked.
65 ring choices on a phone
that never rings.
The world up and left.The population up and left.
It is the great pity of the universe
that tens of thousands of years of
domestication did not result
in Canis lupus familiaris
gaining a fluency in American English.

The moon does look like there's a face there.
Hello, moon:
It's been six months.
The hot water from the spigot on the coffee pot
is hot enough to brew my tea.
Otherwise,
I hate it.

Closet

Saturday

The kitchen is indoors

Visitor

Exit

Rain

Hungry

I want an iPhone. And an iPad. Also, a Nook on which I can read books. Also, a large rice cooker with different settings for white and brown. Um, do I really need any of these things or do I just want them? Want, want, want. Funny how I have a recurring fantasy about hiring 1-800-Got-Junk to come and take away all of my belongings, and yet, at the same time, I dream of buying things, things, things.

Also, I crave the set of colorful and tiny espresso cups they sell at Pier One. They're small but sturdy. They stack. There's even a little stainless tower-like rack that holds them. I want them. I admit to fondling them when I'm in the store. Do I drink espresso? No. Do I have plans to drink espresso in the future? No. Would they be good for anything that I drink and am I forced to keep my plates and cups in the oven because I have only two small cupboards in my weird kitchen? No and yes. "Where is the logic in buying espresso cups when you do not make espresso, have no plans to make espresso, and, in fact, coffee no longer agrees with your digestive system?" asks Mr. Spock (I shop with Mr. Spock quite often. He is always played by Leonard Nimoy. When I have forgotten where I parked the car, I can rely on Mr. Spock to know.)

There's half a line from a poem I can't remember by somebody that goes something like "and know the slick feel of someone else's property." Slick feel. Products by Apple. Slick feel. I love Apple's packaging. Your choice of white or black. Boxes in which the gadget is beautifully fitted. Boxes you almost never see in the recycling bin because we all say "Ooh, that's a nice box." And we never use it for anything because it isn't really useful for anything but holding an iPod and we shove our iPods in our pockets and pockets in our purses.

Slick feel. Everyone's cell phone is nicer than mine. 

Now We Are Six

Prayer