Incident Reports
9:16 AM
Man and woman talking in the courtyard. The occasional sound of sustained laughter. From her more than him.
9:18 AM
The words: "worried about it" spoken by the man in the courtyard.
10:07 AM
Workers hammering in a vacant apartment on the 2nd floor.
10:23 AM
In an effort to get a glimpse of the people talking in the courtyard, I bump my head on the window frame.
10:35 AM
Wispy, high clouds coming in from the south over Brooklyn.
10:43 AM
A real and consistent itching sensation on my left outer thigh. I reach inside my pants while standing up after failing to satisfy the itch over my pants.
10:44 AM
I suddenly realize there is a man in the adjacent building looking across the courtyard at me from his window as I itch my leg with my hand down my pants. Worry for a moment about what he might think I'm doing. I lose interest in this line of thought as soon as he disappears from the window.
11:02 PM
The sound of a staple gun that echoes through the courtyard.
11:20 PM
Text from Tara who asks how I'm doing.
11:21 PM
I text back that I'm doing fine, just writing.
Man and woman talking in the courtyard. The occasional sound of sustained laughter. From her more than him.
9:18 AM
The words: "worried about it" spoken by the man in the courtyard.
10:07 AM
Workers hammering in a vacant apartment on the 2nd floor.
10:23 AM
In an effort to get a glimpse of the people talking in the courtyard, I bump my head on the window frame.
10:35 AM
Wispy, high clouds coming in from the south over Brooklyn.
10:43 AM
A real and consistent itching sensation on my left outer thigh. I reach inside my pants while standing up after failing to satisfy the itch over my pants.
10:44 AM
I suddenly realize there is a man in the adjacent building looking across the courtyard at me from his window as I itch my leg with my hand down my pants. Worry for a moment about what he might think I'm doing. I lose interest in this line of thought as soon as he disappears from the window.
11:02 PM
The sound of a staple gun that echoes through the courtyard.
11:20 PM
Text from Tara who asks how I'm doing.
11:21 PM
I text back that I'm doing fine, just writing.
posted by Todd Colby at 11:27 AM
2 Comments:
Love it. Just remembered this dream I had that I was discussing the importance of Bernadette Mayer at a panel on poetry. I was in the audience, but I stood up to talk about how she was "kind of a big deal" and people should know that.
I like this.
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