Here I sit, with you on the other side of the window, out on the street, out window shopping, looking in at the dough kneaders and the mannequins in turbans and the lip reading teachers like myself. I’m saying something to you, only you don’t know what it is, because you haven’t taken my class yet. See my lips move? Mysteriously? Perhaps passionately? Now I am furrowing my brow. Now I am smiling. Why would I be smiling? Now am I screaming? Now am I yawning? Now am I reciting the Gettysburg address? Maybe I’m muttering an ancient curse now, that the cracks in the sidewalk will widen and eat your ankles. Maybe I’m reciting an ancient Hungarian recipe for an aphrodisiac split-pea soup. Maybe I’m detailing the outcomes of future Kentucky Derbies. You’ll never know. I could be talking backwards. I could be talking forwards. I could be telling you what everybody else is telling you: that your life has gone to Hell. But maybe I’m also telling you just what the Hell is wrong with your life and just how the Hell to fix it. Maybe I’m saying “look into my eyes.” Don’t look into my eyes. Look into my lips. Five bucks. Five bucks. Five bucks. [Forever after at http://eyeshot.net/shaferhall.html] |
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