Work Order

The set on the bench has its back off and a work order hanging from it on a string. In pencil: East of the highway, the house with the lens. Hears a man counting between stations. Stops at nineteen. Fades after dark. Gate sticks. Promised Friday. Please fix.

The three pairs of glasses lie across the chassis on their cord. A soldering iron sits hot in its stand, and the air smells of resin.

One joint on a tube socket is gray and grainy where the rest are bright.

The order says please fix. It does not say what.

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