#27

Thought arrives in the brain. There suddenly, confidently, as if it never never was. Finger cradling pen recruited, drafted for the cause and pen possesses the hand and fingertips alike, calling them to paper like a literal seance. Moving as if on strings, a clumsy puppet, hard elbow bullying a beer to spill its guts over table and onto the floor. The hollow clank and foamy splash draws strange faces to swivel in their seats and lay eyes on the source. It was an accident.