Someone is knocking but it isn’t a pop song moment. Its a Jeohovah’s Witness. He smiles like a man who has the golden goose under his arm. He stands in the grey light and waves his pamphlets beckoning me to open the locked door. His pamphlets are of course the warning instructions for doomsday and I just can’t help myself, I have searched all my inner nooks and crannies and I don’t believe in doomsday and worse really (for the unsolicited JW) I don’t care for the idea. I like night music on dark roads. I like figs with teeth marks on them. I think reality should weigh itself. I love the way wind blows darkness against my cheek. I decide I won’t open my door. In this I’m aided by our dogs. The big one won’t bark but she’s stolid, leadning against my right thigh. The little one who is Tibetan and comes from a lineage of temple guard dogs, he’s barking the bark of the teeth that will never let go. I wave helplessly at the little window. “Sorry,” my hands say, but its more dangerous in here than you know. Ding Dong
Planet of the Blind 