Sunday, December 21, 2008

Back into

reading about serial killers.  
They really give me

I've been feeling like an animal, waking up too early breathing heavy and thirsty and laying for hours, listening, staring at the obtuse shapes with my defective eyes and feeling strong because I still see enough.  Trying to will myself back over the invisible tripwire that sets off the dreaming again, trying to conjure the phantom fingers back to my skin in a sad, childish, sleepy way and when that doesn't work, stroking myself lazily, sadly, sadly.  

Coffee is done.  I'm sorry I've been so anti-anti-an-ti-a-n-t-i-

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