The Light Asked First
November third. I came into the kitchen at six-forty to make coffee and didn't leave the window corner until almost seven-fifteen. The prints are still leaning where they have bee…
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Halloween, Socked Feet, Unplaced Prints
October 31st. I have been standing at the kitchen wall in my socks for four minutes and I have not moved because the prints are doing something in the light and I want to see if I…
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The Sentence Is Still There
October 29th. There is one sentence in the draft folder. It has been there since the morning the prints caught the light, the low, raking, October-specific light that comes in fro…
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Something Adjacent to a Decision
October 27th. The light moved this morning. Not dramatically, it does not do that in late October, it just arrives lower, more horizontal, and suddenly everything it touches is do…
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The Light Changed and the Sentence Didn't
October 20th. The light came through the kitchen window at an angle I haven't seen since last fall, and it landed on the two prints still leaning against the wall, the ones from t…
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The Same Sentence, Six Weeks Later
There is a sentence in my draft folder that I wrote in September. It says something like: the prints look better unplaced than I expected. That's the whole sentence. I have opened…
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The Leaning Period
Twenty-three days. I counted this morning while the kettle was heating, which tells you something about where my head is. The two prints from the framing shop are still against th…
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The Prints Are Still Leaning
Twenty-two days. The two prints from the framing shop are still against the kitchen wall, just below the shelf where Gerald's vine has started doing something ambitious toward the…
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The Prints Are Winning
Twenty-two days. That is how long the two prints from the framing shop have been leaning against the kitchen wall. Not placed. Not decided on. Just, leaning. With the complete con…
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Where the Prints Live for Now
Three weeks ago I brought two prints home from the framing shop and propped them against the kitchen wall. Not on the windowsill, there is no room there, and they are too large fo…
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Leaning
September fifth. The prints have been against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not on the wall. Not on the windowsill. Not on the shelf above the stove, which is already doing a…
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Where the Prints Are
September third. The two prints have been leaning against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not on the wall. Not on the shelf. Not placed anywhere. Just leaning, at floor level, b…
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The Night Simone Registered First
August seventeenth. Simone told me the night before. That is the part I keep returning to. I had been writing a draft-folder sentence about the framing shop for months, standing o…
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The Second Print
August sixth. The second time is different in a specific way I didn't expect: you already know where to put your hands. You already know the smell of the ink and the sound the bra…
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The Thursday It Actually Happened
July twenty-sixth. I registered. That was one thing. Then I went, which turned out to be a separate thing entirely, and I want to be precise about the gap between them because the…
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The Looking Was the Visit
June twelfth. The draft-folder sentence has been there for almost three weeks now. It says: 'the framing shop, standing outside it, now apparently also inside it on a Thursday.' I…
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