we’re always 15 inches away from disaster, darling
painting in the virtual garden. painting in the kitchen. moving boxes, beds. today, an attempt to transport a piano will be made. a break on taekwondo has been declared, by coup of gravity. stepped off a chair into the air, as i have done once or twice before while painting. now my right foot looks like a rutabaga. a purple one. what color are rutabagas anyway? it strikes me that gravity is rather unforgiving. it’s not like i was trying to fall twenty feet without a scrape. it was a modest misstep. but NOooOoOOo. how dare i question the edict of gravity. break his damn toes. teach him to get all aztecky with the paint. next thing he’ll be making sacrifices to the rutabaga god in an attempt to beautify his station. fah!