blue and quiet the hum of my electric fan whiffs of grass and hot garbage through cracked window sweaty scalp and palms upturned shadow is grey not orange they keep getting it wrong they forgot what looked good or what – sorry I uh, I’m a little uh nervous the blue it sparkles and uh the only thing is wet and laps alone and is pulled, sinking, rising, pulling, pushing push push push god yes uh I’m sorry – the fan saw it all.