freaks speak slick sweet things
Ten.
at ten i am dizzy and nauseated, walking in the soft caressing vice grip of a syrupy cotton fog that's not even drug-induced.
i walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and turned off the lights.
i stood naked in the dark under the water with my eyes closed and dreamed;
i shut off the shower and let the faucet just run,sluicing over every hill and valley and rut and crevice of my body until maybe six or seven songs had passed.
(there were fleeting visions of burned bodies and floating bodies and blood in the water)
and then i stepped out and wrapped myself in my grandfather's comforter and lay down on the living room floor to sleep, but after a few minutes i got up instead.
i took the towel off my hair and wrapped myself in it, shed the comforter
and stood outside on the balcony in the after-rain until i grew dizzy from my nakedness.
there is water moving through my hair; it's so thick that i can always feel it when that happens, and it's a creepy feeling.
i should get dressed.
at ten i am dizzy and nauseated, walking in the soft caressing vice grip of a syrupy cotton fog that's not even drug-induced.
i walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and turned off the lights.
i stood naked in the dark under the water with my eyes closed and dreamed;
i shut off the shower and let the faucet just run,sluicing over every hill and valley and rut and crevice of my body until maybe six or seven songs had passed.
(there were fleeting visions of burned bodies and floating bodies and blood in the water)
and then i stepped out and wrapped myself in my grandfather's comforter and lay down on the living room floor to sleep, but after a few minutes i got up instead.
i took the towel off my hair and wrapped myself in it, shed the comforter
and stood outside on the balcony in the after-rain until i grew dizzy from my nakedness.
there is water moving through my hair; it's so thick that i can always feel it when that happens, and it's a creepy feeling.
i should get dressed.