benni

enter last night, the birth of the worst dreams i can ever remember...

i woke up bleary eyed and confused, my head pounding and my lips chapped... i threw on a sweater and padded out onto the balcony. i was greeted by a cool, wet morning. once there i crouched down and pulled my knees to my chest, rocking ever so slightly and shaking my head...

hoping those images would tumble out into the day and disappear...

no dice. i guess im stuck with them.





"hey. i need feed for my snake."

"alright... live or frozen?"

"frozen, please."

she pulls the twisted rodents from the freezer, their faces stuck in perpetual grimaces. she asks if they're okay and i nod.

a chuckle from the other side of the counter. "god, i'd hate to be a snake."

i look her up and down.

then, "i think it would be a worse day to be a mouse."