I replaced my morning head with a block of granite but still managed to live where snakes wind themselves round broken statues. I undid the string holding the brown parcel together and got out several versions of the same afternoon. I decided on the one that matched the wallpaper and played with this until I had to roll down the road like a piece of tumbleweed. I came back with my evening head replaced with a clump of seaweed.
The day started in multi-dimensions as I scratched the cat’s head instead of my own. I had a bowl of milk for my breakfast and then retired to the gun turret to try and wear pet guinea pigs as earrings. I saw Natalie in the evening coming out of the mist that collects over stagnant water. I remembered coming from hospital with rows of trees obscuring every house. I lost several pieces before I even started the jigsaw.
I should have gone out but couldn’t because the tiny creatures that inhabit the train station when no one else is around would not let me on – I was wearing a girdle made from the vines removed from the sacred grove. I stayed at home as the rain slowing diminished. Both June and I saw our neighbours taxiing down the runway with their hands outstretched. I spun my propeller and did a lot of work around the house.
I held court in the morning to the milk bottle people until my breakfast had sailed out of its port. I had a few moments when the giant blinked to run on the spot, after which I gathered up my clothes and became a suitcase in a railway carriage. June and I counted polar bears and saw stars as the robed people switched the lights on. We came home quickly with various vegetables nonchalantly stuffed into our pockets.
I got out of bed without a label so I wasn’t sure what I was for the day. I decided by lunch time that I was a Jurassic handshake and spoke to the elf that knocked on the door in several languages – he gave me a parcel I didn’t really want. I was the omphalos of the world over an extended lunch and while the car windscreen wipers jerked to a stop I went out wearing socks on my hands instead of gloves.
I got up early and walked out of the door holding a number of sheets which I had previously knotted together. By the time they had unravelled I was talking to the kindly old man with a bull’s head. I spent some time laying on a plate like a cheese and onion quiche before venturing home trailed by several wild men from the lost frontiers. I shut the door quickly and unpacked my sixes and sevens guns.
I cranked up my engine and came out of my hanger with sawdust flying everywhere. I said hello to the tree man like I did on the other days when the paper aeroplane in my head found it difficult to land. I had some time on the sunlit plain, my pencil standing out like an African spear, before crawling to work on my snake belly. Kate came in holding an apple which she preceded to eat while I swept the floor.