“Wall of eyes, square with brilliantly punctured circles.” I say my next line. I light my cigarette and smoke it fast, closing the glass door leading out to the porch. The cigarette's been behind my ear this whole time while watching the candles melt. The copper candles… The schoolhouse glows in dreary afternoon light, and he looks out through the paisley jigsaw puzzle frame, at the trees blowing dollars off the limbs and yawns covering his tiny boy mouth. There was this one time that I missed the “lady fire eyes” show as my cigarette hid from my fingers under the chair, outside my backyard is always full of surprises like this. “Lady fire eyes" is supposed to be my favorite show, it is written in the script. My bladder is full and I got to see “lady fire eyes” or the scene is cut, so, I sit down in the living room and try to remember my cues, “Lady fire eyes” his favorite show, that’s all I need to remember, okay. I fiddle with the prop remote and television comes on. That familiar awful frequency hums the sound of a lucky rabbit’s foot on chalkboard. Blinking eyes and shutter show, Lady Fire eyes. I’m trying not to show it, but I’ve got to piss so badly. The urine’s burning in me, it feels like it has leaked over in my fat, pooling in the cells, I almost miss my cue and remember to laugh. This is my favorite show. I laugh again, completely natural, totally believable. I can’t miss it, but I’ve really got to urinate, badly. That’s not in the cues or the movie for that matter. My bladder is going to turn into an art film, 56 minutes of
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