Millie, a librarian, has been revealing aspects of her life to an employee. Soon he is going to have to earn the salary that he isn’t being paid. Part 1 is here.
Now we’ve covered everything
I care about, it’s time for you
to write your heart out on these
pillowslips and handkerchiefs.
Use this fabric pen, fill it with a dramatic color,
and let me know your chosen subject,
for shelving later on.
I needed a distraction.
Do you hear the distant screams, the sirens and the like?
Beyond the tinted windows of our bibliographic haven,
passers-by are shouting at the starblown sky,
kneeled in prayer, or searching for
a mortal remnant
that they might have dropped.
By day, they’re unremarkable,
but after midnight, while true Solarians
are dreaming of the light they lost,
their shadows re-emit the luminance
There was a time I loved one.
I brought him irises with velvet tongues.
Could we change the subject?
Solarians make me nervous.
Fascinating, I lied, but writing isn’t easy.
Which first word should tear the viscoelastic white,
the codependent silence?
And I would never dare a sentence.
Words are people, overtones, harmonics,
and all their complex combinatrics.
Millie was persistently herself.
Choose a topic.
We give away our best,
if not, they get a better offer.
That is who we are.
I have a title:
An Introduction to the Theory of Transmission Lines.
- Lou Reed goodnight ladies
- the shadow sun
- I prefer combinatrics to combinatorics, apart from the red underline, which I usually ignore.
artwork solar debit (detail above)