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i built a steamboat in the meadow


I could smell coffee. I was in the bathtub. Water was falling on my head from somewhere. I got out of the bathtub. I placed myself inside your eyes. I made my way up to the roof. There was a leak. It called me on the phone. I did that thing where you put all of your weight on the front of your feet and then all of your weight on the backs of your feet. It was hot. When my feet melt to the roof my only option will be to shoot myself in the face and crumple up into notebook paper and then that sheet of paper will get blown away by the wind and the sky would eat the sheet and the clouds would eat the sky and what was left would call me up and say there is a man in the alley. There was. We waved. His was sort of cautious. That’s how I’d describe it, if I had to.







i built a steamboat in the meadow


I was in the bathtub. Water was falling on my head from somewhere. I got out of the bathtub. I placed myself inside your eyes. I made my way up to the roof. There was a leak. It called me on the phone. I told it to stop that and it did. It told me that there was a man in the alley. There was. We waved. His was sort of cautious. That’s how I’d describe it, if I had to.







i built a steamboat in the meadow


I was in the bathtub. Water was falling on my head from somewhere. I got out of the bathtub. I made my way up to the roof. There was a leak. It called me on the phone. I told it to stop that and it did. It told me that there was a man in the alley. There was. We waved. His was sort of cautious. That’s how I’d describe it, if I had to. He threw a sheet over his head and a wind came out of nowhere and carried him off. Or he stayed there and we both went on like nothing happened. He was holding up a sign and pointing to the window below me. When you come home I will have something to tell you. I hung windows all around the backyard to the top of the roof. They looked like slow moving water. They were slow moving water. We could reach through them to birds and see where that takes us. I built a meadow in the yard. I put a steamboat in it. Lord knows where that will take us. Lord knows where this is going. That was written on a note tied to a bird that tried to swim through the window but didn’t. Another bird hit. The note read Well? I had no ready answer. I continue to have no ready answer and will remain that way for the foreseeable future, with little apology. I buried the birds in a box in the yard.






i built a steamboat in the meadow


I was in the bathtub. Water was falling on my head from somewhere. I got out of the bathtub. I made my way up to the roof. There was a leak. It called me on the phone. I told it to stop that and it did. It told me that there was a man in the alley. There was. We waved. His was sort of cautious. That’s how I’d describe it, if I had to. He threw a sheet over his head and a wind came out of nowhere and carried him off. Or he stayed there and we both went on like nothing happened. He was holding up a sign and pointing to the window below me. When you come home I will have something to tell you. I will tell you about how the thunder and lightning fell from the sky and how I put them in boxes labeled Thunder and Lightning and walked those boxes on down to the post office. We will sit in the steamboat on chairs made of wood and sip cool drinks and wait for the summer to end and the breeze to come and we will sit like that, in the wild silence before the dawn.