MID-MORNING
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Callie Tiede
She throws her shoulder bag toward the bed. Earlier the horizon was foreshortened a white smudge between the ocean and sky in which a small dirigible hovered and 3 tall blurry figures stood wavering on the surface of the water arranged in a triangular formation one point of which faces her then she is walking somewhere, past a cemetery in which a Gemenii capsule the size it was on TV is laying on it's side.
Then she moves along a Z-shaped street there is a warehouse then it's side then a door red mottled with blue green then a sticker then written on it
I AM A FISH
TOWN I AM
THE FORT
and the ringing produced by the waveforms of multiple compressors and the slight haze which resulted.
The shoulder bag continues its trajectory toward the mattress and in a different sector of the warehouse district in the saturated sunlight of a super-8 morning an assemblage of 4 electric green cylinders and a white metal scaffolding connecting them near the top and each says THE ICE COMPANY and from before there is a barn and she is standing on the water and on the side facing are enormous ice tongs calipers phrenology and someone says "It is the profile of the hull of a boat." And then the salt water is frozen and gulls sit on the surface and she pulls her scarf tighter and thinks that the wind thousands of balls rolling on a plastic surface will soon send them bouncing end over end bouncing end.