low blood and foggy eyes, yellowed in the sunglasses. and exhaling: a twitch in each part of the body, finger, legs next, and mouth and chest in one move. dreams of: ? gene hackman? and i'm imagining this, just this second: a sped-up vee-day-oh, nose twitching like a bunnny and fingers moving; a dance including thumbs and jugular.
a story from the past few days? a memory, this morning, driving darkened heavymetal, watching moonsetting and sun almost rising just across from each other. i remembered, as i listened to the cee-dee skipping, how when we used to sing along with fiona apple, our voices almost sounded like they sounded good. and i did it, again, sleepy and wired, overtired, like the babies moving their heads uncontrollably, unexplainably. sleeping, i dreamed of resolving conflicts that may not have even begun, bad news unfolding in the static telephone silence beforehand. i woke up, again in the morning, delirious and afraid i didn't have the strength to get to the coffee.
