Dawn Pendergast's Blog

Continuation. The hook and tongue of day. The waggedy that.  Lapse, clasp.

The lace of days in utter continuation. The smalls and mediums and larges. Largess. Pants around my mother’s ankles while trying it on.

The grooves in love like a golf ball.  As it resists its own specificity. As it becomes crocodilian,  recording it all from the edge of the lake. Twelve days. And on the twelfth day, he took the tent.

The day I began to dread the phrase “something pretty.”

The day interrupted with  a chemical burning.

The day period that began last night period.

“Worse off.” Where did that come from?

dearth of teeth. Purple, paw-sized bruises (Nick).

Hurtling toward the pink center of day, epithelium of day, the wet gleam of gums, arranged forks, the blackest dress, the toes in my shoes, the  markup of days, gouging tenderloins, the highest point on the plain which is the absolute center, zero, paul–

“Happy Valentine’s Day Laundry”

(check, check)

“As luck would have it” Again, Where?

Where we are thru the ringer of days and half-dry and curling. Where there is icing in bed. Where the culmination of experience  expresses itself in odd knowledge. (I know you, asshole). “Happy Valentines” Strawberries, all little pink microphones. In season and out of.

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Days of men who have loved the earth and the atmosphere, the discomfort of trees lining the lake, hooks in fog.

Days of men not to worry. Whose rain freezes on the windows like tulle. Whose horses hump. Whose rubbings work around our history of days wearing handsome coats.

Down fall our trouser days. Portland Oregon and slow gin fizz.

We will raise days of men in broken clothes. We will hoist their remnant banners and declare them. Declare and Cut and Squeeze. Make out of them, our days of men. Days breaking slowly upon us, then faster and faster, until we are short with the days. Nubby and unfeeling. Horses of time. Asses of men.  The stable buckling under clothy fog.

Days who make themselves a shape and walk in that shape and order accordingly. Their portions and portions and portions. Their notion of hot and cold. Their sides and ours.

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