2005-12-08
zooming capacity
My body is the kingdom of aches and shivers. My asshole leaves a red sunset in the toilet bowl. I knock three times to gain entry to the white light of limbo or hospitals. The nurse floats into my room, her sleep needle drawn. I squeeze her thighs and try to work my tongue down her surgical mask.
I regain consciousness on the first day of January to find that someone has refreshed the silence. I forgot how much I missed the euphoria of absence.