Thu, 19 May 2005

too close to see
july 04.

I woke up around midnight, still in my clothes and boots, and walked out to check the mail when I saw some large stuffed animal all in pieces down the street, pulled apart by the storm. Part of the head was on the lawn, and I kicked it over to see it had chrome-plated eyes, clean enough to catch the light, to see my blurred face as I picked it up and looked at it. The stictching was all hand-sewn and crazy, jagged lines around the ears and neck, and I realized the storm hadn’t done this, somebody ripped this bear apart and the storm simply scattered the remains. I was terrified of this bear, but I was done being afraid of the artifacts of other people’s insanity, and walked up and down the street with a huge garbage bag I stole from work, dropped in thirty pounds of stones and threw the bag into the Cedar off the Gilbertville bridge.
(12:26.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #