i'm up in the rafters and nobody told me when to ring the bell, but it's still my responsibility. my hands are wrapped about the knotty rope. it is dark all around me. nobody told me when! i am thinking, and my hands are cold and my fingers are tap dancing against the thick-skinned frays. i hesitate, my limbs jerk, my muscles twitch like a whiskery-nose. i don't know when to ring the bell. i don't know who is listening. i don't know what they want from me.

i don't know when to ring the bell.