in the evenings i
downsit,
deep downsit
downout,
downthere,
downunder,
downcushioned,
downspiraled……..
draw pictures while hanging on the phone
they all say, gal,” Tell me why I can’t stay home?!”
they are full of bottles and beers and babies and bees and beanies and bobs
and i stay home while they call out ” tell me why I can’t stay home?!”
in the meantime there is art in badtiming, shot in the eighties in vienna and the story is so authentic it makes me sick
but i listen to the mother with the music and she goes “sometimes when i get distracted, i stumble.”
and i fall
