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Sort of a dopey expression on the face signifying possible deep vacancy or stupidity, although it could just be the heat. Things assembled wrong, or not assembled at all, or not fully assembled. Clean clothes dropped in the hamper or sent to the dry cleaner's rather than just being put away because of laziness, or obsessive compulsiveness, or fear, or confusion. A bedroom full of beer bottles, over 300 liters of Jack Daniels consumed in one year of sleeping on the floor of receiving facebook updates from the not yet divorced wife living in the house that two people paid for petting the dog that two people trained and raising the kids that she brought into the marriage in the first place. The bitter root taste of not having fought for custody, for togetherness, for the tv remote when those things had meaning, the deepening metal on the back of the tongue of the complete utter total full pregnant weighty dripping laden loaded extra fried extra noodled extra bread extra tea-line extraneous things that swim up from the bottom of the ocean or float there or not the ocean but the deep dark lake, the green water, the slippery mossy rocks, slimy even and unclimable, the understanding that the shore isn't getting any closer but the muscles are definitely tiring and the numbers might not be with the swimmer in this particular case. Over 100,000 swimmers drown every day in Burgundy. Over 99,312 construction workers get coked up and drive their pick ups into the very building they're supposed to be working on, ending their lives and destroying the work of their peers. Over 100,688 flamingos get sucked into jet engines every hour between Orlando and Miami and Mickey Mouse has started reciting one big eulogy for all of them instead of giving each one the respect of individual attention. It's a cold world sometimes, but other times there's a draining heat that can be confused with unforgivable laziness, stupidity, or heartlessness. When the coffee grows tumors of ice and the stoop sales spring up like fungus and the outdoor seating becomes more precious than water and water becomes more precious than gold and gold is the only thing anyone trusts anymore since the bottom fell out and the little naked boys go running around the park delighting in their own scandal, the fluster on their mothers' faces, the confusion of the strangers' looks/not-looks, the fountains become preciouser and preciouser and the tropics aren't what they used to be.

I pant. You pant. He, she, or dog pants.