There’s a cover superglued to my laptop computer to keep the dust away from the spot on the keyboard where my nephew pulled the buttons off.
My right thumbnail is the only fingernail on my hand which is chipped. I’m right handed.
The dust and grime collects between the keys of my wireless keyboard.
I make a noise when clearing my throat.
I have two planet stickers from a student in Mrs. S’s class on my laptop computer. My class learned about the planets that year.
The mouse square on my laptop resembles the sun; it’s rays being the wrinkles on the dust cover which surround where my finger bears down.
The location of the superglue beneath the dust cover is evident because those places show up darker.
A pencil (sharpened, but lead tip broken off) lies on the glass top of my desk. It points away from me.
to my left: wires, an unused remote control mouse, a paper shaving, cds, documents,books a cell phone and a hair tie
to my right: teacup, water bottle, keys
gumwrapper on desk opens towards its consumer
to keep a wet teabag from staining the wooden table, put the bag on a plastic bag and then put it on the table.
the duster failed to sweep up the round brown grain which lies an inch in front of the lap top on the glass top.
the bottom of the plastic water bottle popped out after being filled with hot barley tea and covered with a lid.
the black lip of a plastic coffee cup is grayed by dust
A curled piece of dried noodle
the inside of the bone china teacup is stained light brown in the midsection
the corners of the paperback book are worn
ginger tea hitting my throat made me cough
After removing a poster, spotches of paper to which the adhesive was applied remain on the wall.
Hair clings to the nylon duster
animal’s pawprints in the wet cement
tangerine peels dry and shrink
certain diseases leave the body starving even when food is eaten
rice burns if there’s not enough water to cook it with
flowers fall from the arms of a man statue and are put back in his arms by a human
Rice plants bow when they are mature
a fan can be of no comfort until it unfolds
the dust cover is gooey and dusty
the wires switch positions. At the top the pink wire it on top; at the bottom the green wire is on top
we decorate with artificial flowers
skin is paler where the sun don’t shine
The spider’s legs curl in towards his body as he dies
elementary aged boys play in the empty language institute classrooms on a summer morning of their vacation
the dying spider lies on his back. seemingly he is trying to flip over stretching his legs grasping for a solid object. When i present a small bumpy towel above him, he feels it but continues laying on his back. stretching and curling his legs inward until at last he is dead with his legs curled up towards his center.
An artificial flower given by a war veteran group sits in my language book like a bookmark
a new lock put on an old door by a new member keeps out the room’s old members
spiders build their webs in the corner of the room
a wooden angel holds a lantern in her right hand
A pumpkin that makes noise when I shake it has worms and a rotten core
The small spider moving suprisingly quickly up by a web thread disappears into the arms of a larger spider.
the parachute works best when it’s opened
a wooden circle to put hot containers on
There’s a knot behind my right ankle
my fingernails are shiny cause I buffed em