Freewrite, from three semesters of college and Tuesday night's dream

Darling, you closed your eyes and I painted butterfly wings on your eyelids. How beautiful you were, how tired we all were, and I was crazy with the lateness of the hour, with hunger and with the heat of Christmas lights on my skin. You're typing so loud, she said, and the thundering of my keyboard came out of a speaker with her voice somewhere on the other side of the ocean. The smell of incense under the door into the miles of asylum-straight hallway, hell-fluorescent even so many hours after midnight, but in here, dim and my knuckles smudgy with color, now is now is now.


Cassandra 5/07/2009 5:54 PM  


I especially love the bit about your keyboard thundering and "hell-fluorescent"

pinkapplecore 5/07/2009 6:28 PM  

very whimsical wording!! I like it!

Summermoon 5/07/2009 6:32 PM  

I do love reading these posts very much.

mixedblessings89 5/08/2009 12:46 PM  

'now is now is now'
not common, not always shared- you are so gifted.

mixedblessings89 5/08/2009 12:47 PM  

Even though I rarely know quite what to comment...

Erin 5/08/2009 5:54 PM  

you are so...brilliant.

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