—Kathleen Fraser
I grew another arm. It
sprung out from my right
elbow, this new extension
of me. And so I was able
to write much faster. And
so I set about spending
least for a while, on
composing a list of
things I had to do,
which I called my
to do list.
Once I felt that was
complete, my attention
was diverted. I read a
book of poetry. I sat in
front of the gigantic tele
most of my days, at
least for a while, on
composing a list of
things I had to do,
which I called my
to do list.
Once I felt that was
complete, my attention
was diverted. I read a
book of poetry. I sat in
front of the gigantic tele
vision set at the foot of my
bed and watched episodes of
Lantern and Star Trek: Strange
New Worlds; I sat rapt in
front of season finales (Silo,
Shrinking, The Studio) and
Lantern and Star Trek: Strange
New Worlds; I sat rapt in
front of season finales (Silo,
Shrinking, The Studio) and
then I took a late shower
(very late). I had therapy
(via Zoom, 50 minutes).
I looked at my bowl of
vegetables and spent
some time worrying
about upcoming meals.
I cleaned out the micro
wave and gave myself
a haircut. My weekly
vegetables and spent
some time worrying
about upcoming meals.
I cleaned out the micro
wave and gave myself
a haircut. My weekly
box of food arrived,
and I breathed a
huge sigh of relief.
