Dialogue need only be exercised when necessary. When necessary a clack of the tongue. Heavy breath on the telephone seconds before you pick up. Uncoiling wires of the brain when necessary the brain itself an instrument quite necessary.
Boxing the puzzle pieces in chronological order, trying to jigsaw your way back to daylight. Someone somewhere on a sailboat is unpacking lunch and savoring low tide. On the shore another weeps over lost love.
You once read it on the cover of a paper pamphlet, time slips right before your eyes. The blank stares like canvases the universe simply hasn’t touched yet. And there it goes again. Seconds swallowed by minutes and minutes melting into hours. Last autumn you said you’d measure your days in coffee sips from here on out. 244. When will sleep make peace with your tear ducts.