15 minutes of what? part one

8:34am

twenty years ago. I don’t think remembering came across one mind. a small envelope of sun staccato off the linoleum floor. hair dye stain stippling the corners. we tried it all. and of course, bleach was the last measure. but when something eats under the surface you have to shred the whole lot. maybe at the very bottom it will still be the same. the first millimeter of linoleum brand spankin new. orange morning - the stubborn class of screens to my left. all day long - one screen or another to stare at and figure the response of. this one, in particular, burns into a headache given about an hour. what I pacify with green tea will usually not prove enough. I think try as I may, there will always be some nagging involved. the utterness of forcing myself from bed. the reminder to buy dental floss. that sort of thing. watching pictures of bird from slits of metallic white blinds. at least now, the sun gets through from most cardinal points. can watch the yellow slide off the slim tree as another ambulance careens its way down denny. I made a big salady-type bowl in class night. how I love clay. the whole dirt aspect. the centering, the opening, the pulling of sides. then there’s the inevitable drying, footing, bisquing. glazing, firing. all those small steps - but you gotta just make a shape you like - that’s the hard part. I want to make a set of pinch cups for spices.. you know, to put near the stove. on a little tray. the cut of a wrist through air - spice, here, pepper, there.