19.

come stand next to me aw I don't think we
can get it now I'm lagging like crazy get in
there my oh just got up raped -em all I just
used my did you see those two guys dropped
don't run don't run don't run let's get back be
careful doing that in there hunter wow he's gonna beat
him in that fight elborne where's the hell-born did
you see any creeps there careful, dude wow I was
looking at my items you guys get him orange oh sustain
him kay (explosions) woah I attack so fast I like it might
be able to refresher think I'm gonna go for sacrifice be
stronger I was not paying attention whoops alright I
guess why's he going aw man there they come are they
going for Congor they're checking it so squishy why
aren't we following them counter-gank come on so you guys
handle pudge I'll handle the rest of them he's trying we
can chase him he's over here got striders, though, now
what farm? push okay forgot these guys sixty seconds
alright get that eventually destroy the tower suck on
this dumbass cool I didn't really do much there.

18.

Well we woke up and said good morning to each other
as she stepped over my sleeping bag, I clung to her
leg, the table blocked her topside but I felt her
squeezing me back with her feet.
And Jack sits outside looking sleepy arms folded as
the laptop holds Swana right there. I think his eyes
stay closed as he picks his nose his tattoo clouds
keep on swirling.
While Woody lays down baby eyes peeking up an apple in
his right hand, take a bite. His bag washes around him,
a river with black banks take another bite, wipe mouth
on sleeve, feed Sarah, too.

17.

and it just makes me sleepy, accordion fade out, we're
on a xylophone now, he brings the thunder, click, click, I'm
typing, writing, flushing out the words as they occur it's a
slippery slide out (and in) as the wind instruments enter
click click. click. the notes rise and sink and double rise while
voices are outside and threads to the left center stage, very
middle of my book, look, six white stitches. A family. My
family, holding these pages together. Too tired to think the pencil
is just finding ways of falling, winding down as my lap is a
slant in this carpet chair, Woody's right in front of me serious click
click as we bathe in piano from Amelie. A cute word, this little bird,
so attractive, his laps and jaw and warmth. The accordion is back and
according to this page I hope it don't don't (don't) rain next
weekend, so we can bike ride to the beach. Sounds like an organ
now a pause between clickings. Reread. Tinkering. Fabric mouths
dark lilac on my thigh. Bike riding by.