Wednesday, August 03, 2022

Greetings from Clenpiq

Playback
By Lauren Camp

Let there be footfall and car door. Let me
be finished with fire. Let
the man get on a plane for his morning
departure, erasing each reverie. Soon
there will be only daylight,
maybe a blue envelope, torn. Maybe bracelets
of color from the petunias. I will need
to know how to recover
the familiar, how to open the door
in the evening. How to again lock it.
Almost everything about me goes unspoken,
but commas and colons. I live with this
heart rate, multiple times, its direction,
its tempo: my 4/4 with acceleration, sometimes
tuned to an alternate signature. Think of Brubeck’s
“Take Five.” Those blocky chords were the result
of an accident—dead on arrival, they said,
after he smashed to the surf. Think how
he switched it around, made his hands
do what he wanted to hear, and forgive me
for the analogy. May I never
rush a surge for a better experience.
Every Sunday all over the country,
apologies gather. When I’m not in this
small cottage, unreacting, I cascade sound
and a few sentences from a cramped
room to whoever will listen. I know some
people think it is sinful to love such temptations,
but I stay with my face soft against
microphone, announcing my moral
directions. Sometimes, I’m convinced my blood
needs all those crossings. I’m not after
absolution. The man I love taught me to want
without lyrics. Remember I haven’t
gone anywhere. I’m in a thirsty way
sort of possessive. I shouldn’t show you this
side of myself. Try to remember I’m also praised
for my kindness. We each need to learn
to turn off some dreams so we can play
hours without creases.

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I was allowed to have two boiled eggs and plain toast before 10 a.m. on Tuesday, which I did, then I took a walk, then I got some filing done and had veggie broth for lunch. The rest of my day involved drinking a lot of disgusting things, plus watching Star Trek: Voyager's excellent "Message in a Bottle" with my friends, and this week's What We Do in the Shadows, which as usual made me howl (not necessarily a good thing given the current state of my innards). If anything else happened that did not involve birds and chipmunks, I can't remember it now. Some of my favorite things at the Seaside Country Store in Fenwick Island: 

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