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