Pleasantly sundered repetitions I’d had cascades of a single calendrical month, repeating itself over 15 eggs that wore numeric metrics all around the edge where the albumin was membranous and spreading, sometimes magnifying specific sections of the markings, other times I was like a bad film that came from a day in some history, where the care exploded and the car was adored. Like ground memory of holiday served slightly neglected with a garnish of ripped cash, or dessicated relative.