There are constellations in me.

I fell into a vat of radioactive space dust and have been this way ever since. My power is that I appear completely powerless to you. The truth, however, is that I can see the crumbly seams of the stars, I can hear the rush of electrons in every one of your atoms (it's quite loud), I can stir things up inside your soul and you won't even realize it until one day you wake up and wonder what happened to the boy or girl that you once were. I can blow kisses at the back of your neck.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Levitown, 3pm.

I wake up in the mid-afternoon heat of the suburbs in July. My eyes feel slow in their sockets, like they're floating in glue. My throat is burning. Way in the back. It's a fire I can't swallow down. I have no memory of vomiting, but I'm sure, as sure as I know that I'm not in my own bed—I'm SURE I vomited last night.
I peel myself away from the pillow and immediately I realize: There is a reason I did this to myself.
Immediately after that, I realize: I pissed myself at some point in the night.

to be continued.
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