Why do the squares all have to be empty. Do I fill them all in. Do I just pour and let the syrup fall where it wants. Should I make a pool on the plate and dip. Should I go for the Belgian or the regular. Is it going to be whipped cream or butter. Soft so it bends or crisp so it crunches. I’d like it one way, then I’d like it another, then I’d like it that way and then the first way instead…
Long day. Most of the day went bad. Not the way you thought it should. Made it home and things still aren’t smooth. Can’t shake it out of your shoulders. Your mind is too full. Put down the glass after that one sip. Fall down in the chair. Toss the remote because there’s nothing worth the time. Don’t even feel like looking at your phone. When you put this man on it sounds like he understands because just maybe he’s been there. But what you want to do is go with him wherever he’s going.
That shrink-wrap was never difficult to tear off. The sleeve would slide out next. The weight would be just right and the hope would be for liner notes. The first time, you would let it slip by itself from the sleeve, gravity its only motivation. You’d check the surface, turn it over in your hands and dig the reflection. There was no need to but you’d blow of the dust from Side One even though you hadn’t seen any. If you’d planned it right, all you needed to do next was place it over the spindle and let it drop down. If you hadn’t, you would need to hold it in one hand by the middle-finger-in-the-center-thumb-on-the-edge stretch grip while you got everything ready with your other hand. Once it was in place all that was left to do was turn it up to speed and place the needle down. The first thing out of the speakers was not the music, but a hiss a pop or a crack. That was just the thing.