Tonight.

I go to work. I look like death but act like I don't. I lift heavy bags of extruded animal protein and binders.

The other moments I spent sitting on a chair.

We usually don't get a chair but my leg
So...

Later I buy a pink and red twisted rope for my dog at home. She lies on top of
It while chewing on
an empty

Aluminum
Can.

I make dinner:
Chicken fat
Tomatoes
Beer

I watch the spreading thing
Going on with my
Leg

And Lori

Traces a circle around it
So that
We can watch it overcome its perimeters

Will I run out of blood?