Thunder charger dead tangled up on the street in such a way that no end is in sight. It cannot be plugged into itself, feeding back the power of love or omega-3 forever alone without exploding. It needs to get tangled up with something else. I needed to get tangled up with it. I need a charger that works to plug my phone in and stay awake, tangling thingies together, learning how they hold each other. The rain will fall and penetrate them and dry off at different speeds. I want to watch. See them let go. In this boredom everything is changing, but not untangling. The tangle is a sign, a lonely letter, a waiting sound, a curve in every direction.

It might take years. For the gummy hearts to be chewed up, finally release their sweetness. It won't be me. Fred needs a charger that works to see if the store down the street closes, and to search online at what time they stop selling alcohol here. Is it too late? I personally don't care if it is, I don't drink. but there is a thrill to waiting to find out, to waiting for him to find a charger and plug his phone in long enough to be able to turn it on and type the question in: what time do they stop selling alcohol in Canada? I think to say, hey quit wasting your time, just go outside and ask someone, but I don't because if he took my advice and did that, I would not get to witness his immediate reaction to the answer. I have a hunch they might say 11 o'clock. It's 10:47.