january girl is dead

january girl is mourning the death of her friends. one, two, now three. she loves the smell of fall and the turning trees, but it shatters her, puddles her, then sucks her into electrons.

12/08/2006

Wake Up

Wake up, shaking, disoriented, burning through your wet clothes, gasp, throw the blanket aside, sit up, shake your head, hold it, cradle it in twitching hands, try to begin again. Shiver, pick up the phone, make a call, tell him to call you back, stand up, pace, look out the window, peer into the dark, walk away. Lay back down, breathe in the sour stink of nightmares, sit up, turn the tv on, turn it off, check to see if your teeth really fell out, if they’ve gone clear and chipped away. Pace.

1 Comments:

At 12/11/2006 10:59 AM, Blogger Ian said...

Also the title of a pretty good song by the New York pseudo-avant-garde hipster band The Walkmen.

 

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