October sits with its laptop of
touchscreen intangibles. Sits reading its compendium of small truths. Sits
waiting for its order to arrive. Sits forward. Sits back. Sits in judgement,
quiet as a mouse. Sits in the passenger seat cross-referencing the roadsigns.
Sits on a cloud. Sits in the lap of the gods, frustrated with omniscience. Sits
in the dock. Sits by the condo wall with a hat of coins. Sits on the results.
Sits on the phone for an hour. Sits watching an old favourite. Sits with the
supermarket bags. Sits catching its breath. Sits still. Sits this one out.
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