November '08

The hood of my coat lies on the bed, like the severed head of an animal.
Gelignite.
Music stops, leaving nothing but two paralleled sets of breathing.
The snow turns everything to a single shade of white.
So near to his face that everything surrounding is a blurry haze except for the glimmer in his eye.
Our cheeks meet like a kiss.
White trash girls buying condoms at a gas station – “Well, at least we’re being safe.”
The feeling of being wrapped up like a baby in the womb.
I take your body, your voice, your organs, your soul, and swallow them whole.
Balancing on wooden planks in the rain like a child. “No one came looking for me.”
Sticky fingers and pastel green hair wax.
Green necklace, green sweater, green water bottle, green tissue box,
green shoes, green shoelaces, green shirt, green pajama pants.
Red toe nails.
Bury yourself in the wrinkles of my skin.
I think I’d trip over my head if it weren’t at the top of my body.
Twilight pink and early afternoon sex.