pearl buttons the size of a dollar

January 30, 2010 | Filed Under ordinary 

ice storm, snow so small you blink to look again. later the boys slide on the ice and beat chunks of it into smithereens. the pup is offended when i take him out. the air is clear and clean and everything feels new. we don’t go anywhere and tonight we are sorry, nothing to eat in the house, a dinner of weird chili and variety found foods in the cupboards and freezer. it’s more fun to be snowed in when you’ve just gone to the store.

ball games on television, hundreds of them, thousands of men sweating and racing up and down the court. dozens of women grunting and beating balls across a net. hypnotic, so i fall asleep. it’s not that they’re not interesting, you know. i’m sure that i’m just tired. i imagine myself in my bed with a tv at the end of it, lots of pillows behind my head, lola asleep somewhere in the covers, something non-sporting and without cheering or announcing on the screen. a dream, perhaps not a good one, but dreamy all the same.

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