Hays, Kansas. Sitting at a Pancake House next to a Motel 6.
4th night or 5th morning on the road. Boats finding their way
out onto the pink and blue water. An airplane and its orange rind.
Oh and the clouds this morning were red
and looked like infinity, or a representation thereof. Out toward the Pacific.
One roiling red fluffy ∞ after another.
We’re heading to Denver.
Cutting down on coffee.
Stepping around the artpieces.
Building a giraffe.
The black lamp is cozy with the headset. Nice folks at
Kryger’s Auto Glass—Eastern Kansas is beautiful. Write a few postcards.
Denver.
Timothy at 45 degrees, one ear on the floormap. What an eyeball!
Federal Boulevard and I-70. What at first seemed a heaviness
now something soothing. Not light. Serene though.
Off to do a little laundry.
I’m kinda drained. No clean underwear tomorrow.
Tom Cruise in Kansas, brushing his teeth. My teeth [snapshot of
perfect-bound book]. Altitude sickness. Dentist advert on a Post-It.
