im supposed to be doing something today. march 13th. Certain dates stick in your head as kinds of strings around your fingers "today im supposed to get that check in the mail..today i told myself id take that pill for another year of my life..etc etc". now that im a year behind on my mental notes, every day starts to feel this way.
monday 9p.m. im going to be taken away by the garbage men tomorrow for something that i forgot today. the noise in the garbage room through the north wall of your bedroom will send a great machine through the plaster and wood, breaking pipes as it goes..spurting freezing streams all over the cats. It will scoop you up with massive jaws..big red letters painted sloppily "irresponsible brat". Your mouth opens but in the same leg weighted fashion of running in dreams, nothing. a chunky blob of the new old paint will hit your tongue ..slide over the corners of your mouth.
sarah will sleep soundly.
monday 9p.m. im going to be taken away by the garbage men tomorrow for something that i forgot today. the noise in the garbage room through the north wall of your bedroom will send a great machine through the plaster and wood, breaking pipes as it goes..spurting freezing streams all over the cats. It will scoop you up with massive jaws..big red letters painted sloppily "irresponsible brat". Your mouth opens but in the same leg weighted fashion of running in dreams, nothing. a chunky blob of the new old paint will hit your tongue ..slide over the corners of your mouth.
sarah will sleep soundly.