Half-deaf at dawn, come evening my vision doubles twice and every atom in the room begins to scream.
By the time I see straight again, the premises of each chamber have vacated and I don’t recognize one.
I, too, am swiftly unfamiliar.
Then, the second winds itself, peeks at first, cuts loose; a splitter, a corner kisser.
A ball.
miss me well
So.
I know that at some point, she began going by ‘Even’. I still don’t know why.
Your first mister was your first monster.
I knew she’d taken the receiver off the hook.
I hadn’t even suspected that she might have hung it on another, and tried to call someone else.
The original idea was to draw that jealous spark of yours and find her by the greenshifted light.
But she never wanted to be found. Not by me.
make me a promise you’ll never keep
and I’ll tell you a secret you will
ego is a terrible thing to waste
even still
Between these evening sessions looking for her, I went out to the bridge for the first time in years. The 'acoustic anomaly' is still there -- and nowhere else. I can't find any mention of it online, haven't heard anyone talk about it. Not that I would.
Standing there at a little after one, I couldn't see any pedestrians in either direction. Nor did I pass any, coming or going.
I heard around a dozen cars this time and saw most of them by their headlights, about two seconds before. I heard a few stereos, but couldn't make out any songs.
you know