Having Breakfast XII
The balloon heads seem to laugh in the sketch I drew of them. I hear their ha-ing drawing laughter. The coffee steams in the mug. My mug runneth- Ha-ing Ha-ing the laughter and the heads. There are no heads. I drew them only. Then the coffee and the sight of sizzling bacon and the scent of laughing balloons; there are no balloon heads. They are a sketch. They make no noise. The ha-ing ha-ing drawing laughter; metallic; electronic; not laughter; an alarm clock sound; it is the sound of my alarm clock, and the scent of coffee from the automated maker. It is a single room apartment; a dorm room. A desk and an automated coffee machine; my door is shut and a sketch of balloon heads with happy, laughing faces sits on my dorm-room desk.