By Brynn Saito
I bathe my television in total attention I give it my corneas
I give it my eardrums I give it my longing
In return I get pictures of girls fighting and men flying
and women in big houses with tight faces blotting down tears
with tiny knuckles Sometimes my mother calls
and I don't answer Sometimes a siren sings past the window
and summer air pushes in dripping with the scent
of human sweat But what do I care I've given my skin
to the TV I've given it my tastes In return it gives me so many
different sounds to fill the silence where the secrets
of my life flash by like ad space for the coming season
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Tuesday was a chore day, though a reasonably successful one: the alcove around the coat closet has been completely cleaned out and the shoe racks moved (and it would have been vacuumed if the &@$&% vacuum cleaner were working, which it is not, auuugh). And LiveJournal's Scrapbook is not working either for the third day in a row -- I can see old photos but I can't upload new ones, so I can only post photos from weeks ago, like these from the Amish Markets in Hanover, Pennsylvania when we were last there:
I have just watched Stephen Colbert and Jack Kingston say goodbye to Washington so I am laughing too hard to type, but I don't have much more to say anyway -- I watched Agents of SHIELD in which Skye is an even MORE special snowflake ugh and Forever in which the entire cast continues to delight, I have been given Guardians of the Galaxy on Blu-Ray as an early birthday present which I am looking forward to watching, and I may or may not be seeing my kids for my birthday depending on their schedules!
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