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so i was just laying there on the living room rug
my neck hanging kind of off hinge
i could hear all the noises old buildings make
mixed with the sound of other people
people and their children
people and their dog
an incessant child standing outside her apartment
just saying mommy over and over and over
mommy never came
after about 15 minutes it had stopped
just as i had mustered the strength to move
to go to the front door and scream at this little girl
to shatter this lie she was living
this moment she was in
where if she just kept saying the word, mommy would appear
life isn't like that i would tell her
she would cry
i would feel like a monster, again
the next 20 minutes lasted all day
i tried to read but couldn't focus
i tried to hammer at the keyboard
hoping something that made sense would fall out
nothing
no phone rings, no one knocks
doorbell is dead
just the battery i think in the button downstairs
surely there are people anxious to talk to me
people who need to know my opinion on something
someone who needs some obscure piece of trivia
that could only be trapped in MY head
nothing
the cat comes to investigate
something is wrong he knows
my mood is aromatic in a way only he can sense
and that attracts him
go to bed he purrs, sleep is good
it's just so he can lay on top of me for a while
cat furniture
that's what i amount to today
catatonic in front of the squealing box
bright eyed newscasters simply frothing to tell the world
something
bad news, more bad news, tragedy, they live for it
and hope
hope is lost
gas is $2.60 a gallon and rising
by the way they found christ's body - oh and he had a wife and kids
i wonder what would happen if someone found mohammed's body
things go gray for a while
hours pass
i awake to the slamming of other apartment doors
people noises, dog on the stairs
his pet human taking him to do his business
i take something to drown them out
to make me soluble
easily absorbed into the TV
into the background of elsewhere
posted by Non at 2/28/2007 06:13:00 PM

 
Shape-shifting is the supernatural art of creating illusory appearances and transformations out of thin air. Demons, using only their energy, can appear as smoke, as temptresses, animals, grains of sand, flickering lights, blades of grass, or neighbors. ~ A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels, and Other Subversive Spirits
posted by Non at 2/26/2007 07:42:00 AM