Sweet nothings
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jack_babalon"What are you thinking about?" She asks propping her head up with one arm and fumbling for one of my cigarettes with the other.
Easy.
The bruise on the inside of her thigh that looks like a purple island in an alabaster sea. A vaguely metallic taste of cheap wine on her breath mingling in our lazy kisses. The smell of bubblegum fruits and the musk of heat drifting off our bodies. Shadows spraying through the window with the turning of a car outside. Her little pills spilled out of a clear orange bottle like Halloween candy across the nightstand. A phone threatening to ring any second now.
"Nothing"
"Nothing huh?" Her face glows in the dark with a flick from her lighter. "Does'nt 'nothing beget nothing'"
"Here's hoping"
"Heh. I know what your thinking."
"Yeah? That's one of us?"
"Can you stop trying to be cool for a minute?"
I shoot her a look I know she can see even in the dark. She shoots one back. High noon quick draw duel with glances. She's faster.
"Yeah.... for a minute... maybe."
"Your thinking" and she puts two fingers to her temple "How oh how will I ever write this down?"
"Sh'yeah. Thanks Professor X. Got any other guesses."
She puts her smoke in my mouth and I breathe in deep. Sweet cancer spreading calm down my body.
"Mmhmmm. I can almost see the cogs and wheels turning and grinding down your thoughts into a fine powder until only the right words are left-the write words- remember?"
I hit the cigarette again. Bad cough. Blood and phlegm. Head rush and blue dots swim across my eyes.
"And if you write and write and write one day you'll accidentally say the magic word that'll set you free."
"Shazam!" I say sarcastically.
I lean across the bed and flick on a light.
I'm alone in the bed. Sheets twisted. Pillows on the floor. The fan swings my way hits me with a gust of wind and turns back around. I'm back home and back in my bed and I don't know when I lit this cigarette and I pull back the curtains and I look out the window waiting for the stars to come back to the night sky.
Easy.
The bruise on the inside of her thigh that looks like a purple island in an alabaster sea. A vaguely metallic taste of cheap wine on her breath mingling in our lazy kisses. The smell of bubblegum fruits and the musk of heat drifting off our bodies. Shadows spraying through the window with the turning of a car outside. Her little pills spilled out of a clear orange bottle like Halloween candy across the nightstand. A phone threatening to ring any second now.
"Nothing"
"Nothing huh?" Her face glows in the dark with a flick from her lighter. "Does'nt 'nothing beget nothing'"
"Here's hoping"
"Heh. I know what your thinking."
"Yeah? That's one of us?"
"Can you stop trying to be cool for a minute?"
I shoot her a look I know she can see even in the dark. She shoots one back. High noon quick draw duel with glances. She's faster.
"Yeah.... for a minute... maybe."
"Your thinking" and she puts two fingers to her temple "How oh how will I ever write this down?"
"Sh'yeah. Thanks Professor X. Got any other guesses."
She puts her smoke in my mouth and I breathe in deep. Sweet cancer spreading calm down my body.
"Mmhmmm. I can almost see the cogs and wheels turning and grinding down your thoughts into a fine powder until only the right words are left-the write words- remember?"
I hit the cigarette again. Bad cough. Blood and phlegm. Head rush and blue dots swim across my eyes.
"And if you write and write and write one day you'll accidentally say the magic word that'll set you free."
"Shazam!" I say sarcastically.
I lean across the bed and flick on a light.
I'm alone in the bed. Sheets twisted. Pillows on the floor. The fan swings my way hits me with a gust of wind and turns back around. I'm back home and back in my bed and I don't know when I lit this cigarette and I pull back the curtains and I look out the window waiting for the stars to come back to the night sky.
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nice
on 2005-01-05 07:44 pm (UTC)Bonnie
Re: nice
on 2005-01-05 07:53 pm (UTC)(especially when I drink). Want I should give you a call when I arrive?
Re: nice
on 2005-01-05 09:59 pm (UTC)Bonnie
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on 2006-06-10 04:40 pm (UTC)I find it. Then it changes.