Flaked With Gunshot Glitter
...knowing her it will be a group of people she happened to meet last weekend, named after places they've never been, wearing far to few articles of clothing, and I'll have to pretend I care. I'm looking at myself in the mirror, the towel wrapped around my head. I'll need aspirin to keep the burns from swelling much more. The line from my swimsuit isn't going to cooperate with most of my shirts. I pinch my side to see how sensitive my skin is. Yeah, it hurts...
...my phone is ringing at exactly 7:06 a.m. I know it's my mother and I refuse to answer. I've had no sleep, and I'm under the influence of alcohol and heavy narcotics and withdrawals. I can't be responsible for what I say or do; but she won't understand that. I hear the machine take her call as I dig around for a glass to put some water in...
...I look up at the sky that's flying over us. All the celestial bodies always sit so steadily, no matter how fast the car is moving. It's remotely comforting. "I wonder what it would be like to fly up nezt to a star in space," I say. I mean flying in the most literal sense too, like Peter Pan. And I know he knows that. "Hot and bright" is the reply. His eyes never leave the empty road that stretches for miles in front of us. I sigh and look out the window on his side, so that I can watch his face. "I'm serious." His voice doesn't change.
"So am I."
...my phone is ringing at exactly 7:06 a.m. I know it's my mother and I refuse to answer. I've had no sleep, and I'm under the influence of alcohol and heavy narcotics and withdrawals. I can't be responsible for what I say or do; but she won't understand that. I hear the machine take her call as I dig around for a glass to put some water in...
...I look up at the sky that's flying over us. All the celestial bodies always sit so steadily, no matter how fast the car is moving. It's remotely comforting. "I wonder what it would be like to fly up nezt to a star in space," I say. I mean flying in the most literal sense too, like Peter Pan. And I know he knows that. "Hot and bright" is the reply. His eyes never leave the empty road that stretches for miles in front of us. I sigh and look out the window on his side, so that I can watch his face. "I'm serious." His voice doesn't change.
"So am I."