I guess I thought it would be easier. stip step a pet in my arms there to keep. But I guess anything worth having is worth bleeding for, worth giving something you would rather keep. Walking across a blind intersection, invisible dissection of my predilection leaves me timid and fierce. Expecting change for a transaction I never paid I seem to wait at counters for a receipt.
But today is another side, another brisk walk towards it now. I see it shining on your darkness and I want to pull you into me so we can see this together.
Music now, loud and interrupting my day dream away with the day until its September soon.
A school girl who never wants to leave, but hates every day of it.
A writer who writes about the famine,
a singer who sings when they are sleeping.
A melody that floats up and around together and apart while you sleep away.
In a small room, tough and cold, dreaming about a glass that rattles in your trunk,
a bracelet that you don't remember where it came,
a strange girl, warm lips and nice hips, breathing hundreds of miles away,
dreaming the same dreams,
between sheets of harsh dis-caress,
soap and water, toothpaste shower,
always cold until you sleep,
open your eyes