curled at the edges

a white shirt........................My indecisiveness about lunch soft fur...........................had reached a point warm milk......................tuna fish sandwich, but there was no mayonnaise the sound of water.........Tuna fish casserole. the daily in and out flow ................................too much preparation. too much food. cold water......................My indecisiveness about lunch. blood stains....................had reached a point brown grass on the hills...I ate black olives from the can a flowered dress..............while I scanned the contents of the refrigerator. a glass of beer.................moldy blue cheese. sleep...............................A half drink bottle of beer from yesterday. background noise............Inside the plastic package, corn tortillas were growing hard, curled at the edges. low flying planes.............curled at the edges. a knife with a black handle ..............My indecisiveness about lunch. the smell of green grass....The assorted cans on the shelf not warm sun.........................combinable. a red front door................black beans, sardines, asparagus soup. cold cereal........................ working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

THE ROAR OF DESTINY EMANATED FROM THE REFRIGERATOR. The narrator is Sarah - the same Sarah who narrated L0VE0NE. At the time of the telling of THE ROAR OF DESTINY EMANATED, Sarah operates a community BBS in Colorado. "My life began to flash unpleasantly like blink-tagged phrases on student webpages. Ctrl-D was ineffective, and I was unable to stop the unbidden flood of dimly lit bloodstained images," she says.