oh, retinas, monkeybicycle

in ohio for a short week where the spring is still spring and my mother has a detached retina possibly from an enormous sneeze; in ohio, that sad heartland, where i've seen an old friend and missed another, and many babies have arrived and taken over. in ohio, that land of rain, watching ray allen drop 8 threes, the dog afraid of the floors. while here, Monkeybicycle picked up a story of mine. i read this story in spartanburg and then everyone disappeared to other places in the country and i felt something go with all of them. europe is happening soon and we need a clothesline. i feel like i'm on the verge of being on the verge, which, with that repetition of verge, sounds a little perverted.