'Short Cuts'

There is nothing so sweet as to be here beside you, limbs pressed, day soft, to lie here and drift. And i remember a warm afternoon 20 years ago, floating down stream on my back, how i could not feel my body or the heaviness of thought. How blue the sky, how hot the day, how glad i felt, how light, how free as channing tatim. We hear a sound. A tiny animatronic hand rises out of the sea, clawing miniature. Outside. Van, dead. Air, dead. O b, brackets outside broadcast. Haha, ha, ha. La, thank you for listening to short cuts. If