112 that it’s only heartworms long enough first to see then to watch the snow fall hover then float with the updraft I can acknowledge that I too have had moments of indecision but that the pause button is nevertheless cosmetic and so too this portrait from my evil side a precursor to the cinematograph the difference between a mohawk and fauxhawk is no more perplexing than any other cowardice or the fatal redundancy of tough times because I don’t see how anything delivered by the dead can be called news when I die I want my necrology to list everyone who has survived me and I do mean everyone