#lumpy cognition

three fragments from last night

a woman wearing a grey bob wig and tan trench coat seen only from behind. i recognize her, but i can't move to call out. a bemused, oh this again, feeling

i am cutting huge ragged gashes in the side of my car with a large version of one of those can openers that soldiers wear next to their dog tags. the inside of the gashes is hospital green. a feeling of relief that i finally know how these holes got cut into my car

a pile of lumpy packages, wrapped in brown paper and twine. i am supposed to open them but i am reluctant, weary. at least one of the packages contains dirty running shoes