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i stood in fixed position, arms hung at right angles, feet spread three inches apart. how to spend the interim? swim in the reflected sunlight, shed skin, hair, a million stray strands clotting the carpet. my fixation frustrated all secondary parties. i was instructed, addressed by name. he said: there are six bowls in the sink, five spoons, a fork; hair on the floor, ashtrays toppled over, soot on bare feet, clogged arteries. to chart my anxiety, i constructed a 2x2 board with wires and switches; every time my stomach dropped, a light bulb burst. glass all over the floor. he said: “fix it.” i threw a bucket of cold water on my expectations. in bed, i shuddered six or seven seconds then peeled off my soaked slip, emerged utterly unconcerned.