Where is the thing that all people want when the washing machine is going and there is nothing to do but watch it roll and roll and roll and roll and roll and roll and roll …?
Show it to me and I will show you how to be the one who sees time in shiny vaseline faces. I will show you the ears with their worming creatures, in and out, to see the world and to feel the world and to taste the world, and to be the world and to be the one to have been the world and to now be the one who once was the world.
These are the things I think about when I want to kill someone with a machete, waiting for my turn to stand once more and to be once more alone once more with my washed warm clothes. Life is an ironing board.