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jchrisobrien) wrote2005-11-15 10:26 am
jchrisobrien) wrote2005-11-15 10:26 am
6:17 (inspired by another post)
6:17? Is that you? I'm not really sure where I am at the moment, and I don't want to lift my head from my pilllows as comforting as they are, but I have to know if that's you staring at me from across the room. I crane my neck up. Yes, it is you 6:17. That means I'm back in my bed, body twisted and gnarled approximating a car wreck. But I'm not really in a car wreck. I didn't just drive my car off the road, plunging through sand and sagebrush, caroming off into a desert landscape. My body thrown around the seat of the car, sand in my hair, grit in my mouth, rolling over until I embrace the steel body of my suddenly stopped car. I didn't really run my tongue over my teeth and feel a tell tale wiggle. I didn't worry it until the tooth popped loose, the first of many, teeth crumbling and sagging from my jaw. None of that is real. I run my tongue over my teeth for real, and everything is in place.
I don't like seeing you 6:17. But you're a much sweeter sight that what I saw before.
I don't like seeing you 6:17. But you're a much sweeter sight that what I saw before.
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I love it!!
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