1255pm

There is no blank, there can be no blank, because there is always something prior that lives in the space. That is what the old man told me. I look at the blank on my shirt where a button should be. No, not a button. A snap. It is missing a snap, but I will never fix it, just let the ol’ bell’ hang out, give you something to rub with your hands, a thing you need, want to kneed like let us make some bread. The only dough I have.