Diary 1/18/25
January 18th 9:10 AM Persist 12:41 PM “It was dreadful after. He could only see so much as a pinprick out his left eye..” She gestures with her pointer and her thumb. The pointer, a chipped fiesta red, the thumb, black with white polka dots. “I mean, What would a poor thing like that do without the lord, or some decent kind of company?” “Sit on his ass… watch television” “He can’t watch television- what i’m tellin’ you is, the boy is goddamn blind.” “Well, he could listen” “And how would he change the channels?” “Shit, he got hands don’t he?! You ever fumble around the dark for something to knock you back to sleep? Damn, i know you do- and the buttons, the buttons got close enough to braille on em’” He takes the last chunk of a moon pie, crumbs everywhere. “You don’t mind me”, She says. A hair into sunset, there are bead curtain dances, wind chime accidents. An RC cola, with its vestigial sap trailing off the porch, rolling gracefully to rest for th...
