Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Tonight after I took these first few pictures with my cellphone and began unlocking my front door, I looked down at the ground and found this sign. In plain clear letters, it spelled it all out.

VEGETABLE.









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Lisa Thi said...

Timing...

When I weep, my right eyelid always gets droopy for some reason. I can see it in pictures the next day, when someone grabs my camera away from me in the middle of the farce that I create that night, pretending that I am okay and snaps a shot of me.

Payback, I suppose.

My neighbor, who lives upstairs from me, commented, as his girlfriend told me, that it was really great to see me out, so happy and smiling, the night of my thirty-fourth birthday party.

“She’s a good girl,” he kept telling my friends the other night. “LT is a really good girl.”

I woke up yesterday to my cellphone ringing. The prefix was an “804” number. My heart skipped a beat as I answered hearing a woman with a gentile Southern accent asking “Is this Lisa?” I braced myself, not sure what she was calling about. Strangely, it was this woman named Margey, who called to tell me she had kept my number from a couple of years ago. She wanted to let me know that her Carriage House near Byrd Park had become available for rent again and before she put out an ad, she recalled how genuine my voice had sounded over the phone before and she thought to try and reach me first before putting it out in the papers.

Tonight at almost midnight, I remembered her phone call. The haze of my sleep deprivation inhibited my clarity the day proceeding.

Tonight as I was walking out of the Ward on my way home, I caught my reflection in the glass and thought to myself, “I feel like a vegetable.”

Tonight as I was unlocking my front door, I looked down at the ground and found this sign. In plain, clear letters, it spelled it all out.

VEGETABLE.

11:25 PM

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