They said the floaters would go away; that the FLOATERS WOULD GO AWAY;;;;
Alas, there they are in my field of vision, drifting between the light and the lens. Having some sort of weird lazy day parade. Sipping tea and water. Running the lawnmower over a half-folded armchair in sun-beaten burnt orange. In-house staff services waving flashlight in broad daylight like we’re supposed to pretend we’re clubbing.
What else is drifting between here and there?
Blonde Mom’s New Brute is out now via New York’s Drop Medium.
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