Week 16, Freewrite 1

Lethologica

It’s this big, I whisper, parting hands
to frame air as large as a loaf of bread. It starts with a
B, or an D, or an E--the soccer part of the alphabet. It means
to see me the way you see me and I see me, and how
no one sees me. Double consciousness? you cried, and I
exclaimed, YES! That’s it. and I run to some table
of a nearly empty library, and pick for scraps of paper
that are too short to hold my loaf of bread—which is,
now that I think about it, more like the size of a Volkswagen.