Motel 6 in Columbia, Missouri—
waiting for U-Haul to call and let us know where to take the truck
to get its window fixed. The passenger side door fell down into the door
and shattered.
Last night we spent in a Motel 6 right before the Illinois line in Indiana.
Oh, Terre Haute.
Sepia was restless yesterday morning. She was crying a bit
and wanted to roam around. Twenty degree angle downward pose.
Another dragon. Very humid and ninety degrees here. Literature
in front of a Pasta House. Louis Vuitton. Plagiarism on the sidewalk
in Illinois. I think he’s just kind of insecure.
Fellowes rubber wrist-rest sidles up to Timothy and the Kleenex.
We want something cold. I put all the birthdays into the calendar.
Most people are in their 30s and 40s. Several black binders
and an MIT marble coaster. A heavy patch of rain at WalMart.
Supermagnets.
