Saturday, January 29, 2011

because everyone else is.....

photos by me
Last night was strange: full of restless sleep, perseverating thoughts and dark dreams.  When I got to work there were whispers of a relapse, or maybe something worse. I had him stay close to me with his red-rimmed eyes, hollow cheeks and vacant stare, eagerly grateful for hot tea.  He slept on the couch in the living room, his unrest eventually melting to stillness. I dreamed of past students, bloated and decaying of flesh, urgent with desperation and wild running horses. Thought-pancakes of stale playa dust flipped over in my mind, flat and insubstantial.

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