Date: Fri, 17 Feb 1995 06:13:17 -0700
Title: My Metal Bars

Tears.  Jake shaking my hand. Sis trying to dress me
in robe and dry slippers.  All my shorts have tiny
red hearts stuck to them. Oscar and Harley standing
off to one side smiling chrome gleaming (did I see
lipstick on Harley?).

"God it's good ta see ya up and around, Oh God. I
hope you hurry and get better 'cause I really need
ya here, man!"  Jake pulls me over to the desk and
motions to piles of paper, "See, ya gotta come
back, man!"

re.vest \(')re--'vest\ vt : REINSTATE, REINVEST {lands ~ed in a former
   owner}

I am being flooded with sensory stuff from each corner
and nook and cranny and person in this office. It's
all so familiar and yet,  there's something I cannot see or
hear or feel.  Something missing.  Something about the spinach.

"Where did you get the spinach?" I heard myself ask.
Jake answered, "We imported it from Finland, dont 'cha
remember? Finnish Spinach?"
Black out, knees weak, mind warp, "Finish the Finnish
Spinach..." and I felt myself fade into the awaiting arms of
my desk chair as Sis and Jake sit me down. Darkness again,
sweet warm darkness.

Fridays are fun if you don't lettem keep you for the
weekend.  Hope yours is productive and sunny.
Have a great weekend.

Love ya,
d.