Gaps, patches and in-betweens

are those that you cannot, for the life of you, get the lyrics right because  there was nowhere to read them from  Only in Songhits and music sheets which later became the Multiplex mini book with size 6 font but it didn’t matter  because our eyes were sharp and  eventually, yes, the Karaoke with a screen that renders your childhood TV set  with its two-door and knob antique in its former magnificence. The ones that whisper your secrets and declare your existential thoughts The ones that you sang with me And the ones that we changed the lyrics to And the ones that we sat in silence with as the invisible beat throbbed through looks across the room  and the swaying of the bodies to the rhythm  of the head and glass shots banging more than the drums and the silent mornings when a groan from a hangover and a sigh are much more than any love song can ever promise. The ones that don’t sound good unless you crank it up and scream. "I am an X in an indetermina...

You cannot breathe. The quiet unnerves you. The birds' chirping seem much louder than usual. You are immobile. You cannot do the laundry or vacuum and even those that do not need power,  like watering the plants, fixing your space,  being kind. You cannot because there’s no electricity. You try to be productive.  You look at the regular mop  You think about the dishes anyway, you still have water.  All the things you are supposed to do feel like a big effort.  You wait. Forever sets. You think about loves, lives and a little about work and how will you make do tonight  as the hot air sweeps in. Perhaps with the doors and windows open, on the cold floor praying for cooler temperatures when the sun sets. You start thinking about what you can lie down on. But you don’t get up to get the carpet.  Maybe you’ll wait for the power to come back. There is conflict at the border.  Aeroplanes are flying overhead. You think about the connection betw...

I started watching the news. I couldn't stop. I had to open a bottle. I started drinking. I couldn't stop. And here we are.  "I am an X in an indeterminate equation. And that X is the rock upon which I stand." - Mario Puzo