jordan

this is from Minute Food. enjoy.

Unexpectedly, your voice drizzles out through the phone in all its angst and darkness.

YOU How do you want to die?

ME I dont know. I guess Ive never thought about it.

YOU What do you mean youve never thought about it? How can you not think about death in a world like this?

ME Well, yeah

I hesitate. I know you. I know me. I have known since I was really little how Id die, actually. I just have never faced it. I see parts of my death awaiting me like pieces of a puzzle. When I see a van, I grow a bit lightheaded. When I hear a scream, even compacted in a film, I compare it to the one that will one day fall from my mouth, or maybe trapped behind your hand. I havent figured out if the first scream will be free to fly or if it will be held back.

YOU Tell me how you want to die.

Am I at a restaurant of death? A week ago I would have ordered a triple suicide. Take a loaded gun and knife up to the roof, shoot myself in the head, slash my throat, and jump all at once. No way am I not getting away this time.

ME Well, Ive always wanted to die a crime of passion.

Its true. Thats what Ive been building. I want to die wanted. I want the hands that burn for me to set me on fire. Dont let me live without you. And dont you dare live without me.

I know you will be the one. To take me away. From all of this mess.