The Lexicographer's Rules

Coupla weeks ago saw girl hit by car. Heard the screech, turned to see her cartwheeling above the sedan. Legs, arms, coat, hair, bags out. Came down splits on hood of car. Slid forward good distance, too far, in a crump. Still, except left leg twitching. Didn’t know what to do, so ran forward. Ran back. Looked for a phone. Everybody looked for a phone. Cross-drew cell phones, called so fast, like a radio contest. Didn’t win. Three people said, I know first aid. Squatted next to her. Did nothing. Don’t move her. Back away. Give her air. Air? Plenty of air. Plenty of space. Now a crowd. Construction worker from near site, waves orange flag, diverts other cars, yellow animals, wheeled elephants. Emergency men and women come. Fire trucks come. Cops come last. Offending driver on the phone. Dialing, redialing. Who to call? Nobody. Call for business, call for hands moving, call to do anything, something. He is in trouble, nervous, anxious. His fault, probably. Run a light? Don’t know. Probably too fast. I called. She’s fine. Outside, anyway. (Source Link)

Lasted two days. Now cold, now windy. Coats up front in closets, summer frocks, shirts, rags in back. Now people who sweated around in wool and scarves and gloves 1 September can be comfortable. Calendar is not best way to gage weather. (Source Link)

Celly, had one, but not for dinner, library. Quiet room full of studiers. Should it ring, don’t answer and talk. And talk. Gah. Said once, Old man, go screw. Jut mad cause you can’t hear the other end, too. Probably. (Source Link)

A mountain and no one to write poetry about it, the mountain does not exist. Chick shows up early when I show up early. She’s after what? No interest, always the way, already decided. (Source Link)

Soon, a shooting a day. Then a show, a channel, a comic book, public service announcements, new laws, some other vice. (Source Link)