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Paul was Ford Ranger (blue) with extended cab, stickshift, & benchseat. The jump seat behind the driver’s seat had his duffelbag stuffed with sweatshirts & socks & a sixpack wrapped in teeshirts so that the bottles would not clink during smuggling. Cassette tapes were everywhere, though no music was playing as he cruised along 22.

This was the way to visit his sister Loriane, written on the back of a solenoid box in permanent pen; bridges over rivers, a road winding round a mountain.

Paul had never visited this neighbor city where his sister colleged. He only had a picture of it from a postcard she had sent. The old stone building set in a hill — this is what he would look for when he got into town.

Paul was everyday you will forget.

Paul was outlined.

Paul was the organizer of reindeer games. Monopoly was their favorite game & Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer their favorite movie. So intertwined were the two, new rules had been adopted into the game, & cues from the movie changed play. New pieces were tiny & misshapen handmade clay lumps representing their favorite characters, a white ball as a tooth for Paul to be Hermey, guy’s favorite was a little gold snake shape for King Moonraiser, the winged lion king for the island of misfit toys, and a red blob as Rudolph’s nose for Lorraine.

“Go to Jail” was “Go to the Bumbels Cave” and the property spaces had new paper names tapped to them, like Rudolph’s House, the Island of Misfit Toys, and Yukon Cornelius’s Pepermint Mine.

Set out in his living room with looping Christmas movies playing, Paul, Guy, and Loraine would spend days in these matches rolling dice & drinking sodas, snow flurries falling outdoors.

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Paul was labeled: snack size, fun size.

 

But the nutritional facts included were actually for full-sized treats.

 

A tendency to lie about eating.

Paul was from a Buick 8.

Paul was you are what you eat.

Paul was dead zone.

Paul was office working, though his mind was mostly on a snack. Meaning this morning the office smelled like hash browns (because this floor of cubicles is directly above the cafetorium) & it was incredibly distracting for work efforts. Mostly mouth watering & dreaming of the fried potato treats.

 

Paul plugged away at his tasks in attempted ignorance of home fries.

 

Paul was regular.

Paul was the child’s area of a hospital waiting room, small table with red&green plastic chairs, a fingerprint smudged television, monopoly & chutes&ladders missing pieces, his yearyounger sister playing cards with him, jacket under the chair, gum wrappers, empty water bottles, broken crayons, his crazy eight hand was poorly stacked, mostly drawing multiple cards drawing multiple cards until a play, until Aunt Lori’s name is called, the windows don’t let light in they reflect fluorescents each large pane a mirror back into jumping jittery legs, seating shifting positions, pretending everything is okay, draw again, draw again, shoes echo on tile, doors open automatically, fingernails disappear, a colouring book half filled.

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Paul was a twisted telephone cord. Whiteness under a layer of fingerprints

 

the wire twisted around the finger.

Paul was here.

not there.

Paul was on the phone. It sounded like:

 

[911 dispatcher]: Is your Aunt conscious, can she move?

 

[Paul]: I dunno, (yelling & coughing)

 

[911 dispatcher]: Hello? Is anyone there?

Paul was questioning the viability of such a form as a story. Did it have enough hold to keep readers reading? Was repeating enough? Do you really know who you are? Paul was uncertain? As in, present a teaser or an antidote upfront to entice, hold, keep people interested? What if the little comments were the most interesting parts?

 

Perhaps it was not enough? The need for clear narrative laid out, edible? But like everything else? Why post everyday? Why create such schedules? Can long word(k)s sustain themselves on the net? Can creating a pile of less make more? Paul was in the kitchen screaming? Paul was was not? Paul was in his den writing with a pen?

 

“form gathers force?”

 

What is training in writing? reading? A notebook, blue? Fire? the mozzarella sticks in the toaster over? Add whiskey? A husband leaving you? spacing for things unsaid? a dislike of persons who punctuate with excessive question marks? always four lies? sentences as stanzas? Thus spoke Paul? As in to the operator on the telephone?

 

He had a ghostwriter working for him? Coo coo clock in the kitchen? Where were we? To fill in the memories? In sweatpants? A stingray bike? blue? It certainly looked like work? But unpaid? Paul was unrevised? An action of pulling apart? Strings of melting cheese? Ironically that was her job? Is that irony? It was not true anyway?  

Paul was it took time for information to develop; thoughts & events to be transmitted through the wires; actions to be carried out.

Paul was a recorded conversation.

Paul was dialed 911.

Paul was the telephone near the door with the very long cord.

Paul was fly.

Paul was the one who found Aunt Lori. Passed out at the kitchen table, cigarette smoldering the enamle table top.

Paul was a toaster oven. You would be surprised with hom much a toaster oven

can be used. In fact, when snack time approached, most items were quickly toaster ovened to the proper temperature.

Paul was tea cups on display.

Paul was garbadgecan with a lid that rises when you step on the footpad.

Paul was the metal accents of the countertop.

Paul was remembering the kitchen’s colour to be mostly greenish.

Paul was sink.

Paul was a drain collector.

Paul was setting.

Paul was a plant near the window.

Paul was forgetting details, such as empty alchol bottles or the bar-like atmosphere of the kitchen, because he was too young to notice the prescence of such things.

Paul was the weathered white aluminum storm door with a too tight spring that pulled the door

crashing shut.

Paul was glassware.

Paul was a napkin holder.

Paul was a picker & packer at a warehouse.

Paul was chairs pushes in round the table.

Paul was a sponge holder. It was a frog with it’s mouth open, as to accomidate the sponge.

Paul was how everything Aunt Lori cooked for him came from the toaster oven.

Paul was a pile of mail on the countertop corner.

Paul was a pot holder.

Paul was an electric oven.