Electric glow… the wooden radio… shadow breaks the light… pull up the blanket… hide your face… hold your breathing… a blanket thick… not enough… shiver in the night…
a hand much bigger… what’s Russian roulette… 5 bullets… 1’s missing… in a black pistol… teeeeeeears teears tears… one falls on the barrel… Eleanor Rigby starts… all the lonely people… where do they all come from… focus on the violins… this is where they begin…
Twin-sized bed… soft feather pillow… blue and yellow flowered sheets… ugly golf wallpaper… is God watching me… the streets are so freeing… rooftop out the window… Semper Fi to Vietnam… pastor Harlan says you should stay together… all of this… led us to a cold November.
a skin scorched shower… many layers of clothes… out the front door… the alarm… no one comes… walking on the empty streets… 10 and crying alone.
