ice wrench grip

Clutching the bedside table again. After so many nights with it lodged against my hip. And now while cross-checking your references. The calming effects of copyediting, the sly satisfaction of reducing months of hard labor to a few sentences in need of tightening. I reach in with my wrench and look for loose bolts, as in my ears the sun kills the moon. And now the wind blows. An exchange of smiles is a warm point of light in ice. Now occupied with the business of shuttering another week. So carry me, carry me, Ohio.

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  1. ladywrenna

     /  February 1, 2013

    I think your bedside table just might be in the wrong spot.

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    • It’s infuriating to me how its one leg is shorter than the others. If I could find some way to prop that leg up better than the ill-functioning bottle cap underneath it right now I might get by. And I am no longer being metaphorical so there’s no need to read between the lines.

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      • ladywrenna

         /  February 1, 2013

        I think you need to put on a shearling coat and go to Ikea, silly monkey. They have bedside tables there with all four legs the same length.

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        • What a novelty! But I like this one despite its quirks. And I paid too much for it and its pair to say goodbye so soon. Ikea rapes my soul every time I go there. I don’t know…we don’t get along, Ikea and me.

      • ladywrenna

         /  February 1, 2013

        It must be a very pretty bedside table. One leg shorter than the others and you still wrap yourself around it. I hope your girlfriend isn’t missing out because you’re wrapped around the bedside table.

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        • Hers has legs all of the same size so she doesn’t seem to mind. And my table is not coming between us…it knows its place. Besides, that part actually was a metaphor.

      • ladywrenna

         /  February 1, 2013

        Here is a cat with eyebrows to make up for all my silliness: http://instagram.com/samhaseyebrows

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      • ladywrenna

         /  February 1, 2013

        He looks like one of those special Japanese cats.

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  2. ….maybe you could chop down the other three legs to restore equilibrium?

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    • How logical! Of course that’s why I didn’t think of it. Sometimes I think some weird part of me enjoys living with these aberrations, but then when I finally do take charge and fix them, I feel pleased. I’m my own worst enemy.

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