Thursday 10/19/2006 11:16:00 PM

I was staring at the dashboard. While it mouthed words I didn't understand. Like where we were going. And how much longer til we got there.

I was listening to the rear view mirror. As it puked our past in bite size pieces. One second after the other vomiting out of our lives.

And there we were. Fingering the darkness for an orgasm she'd never have. People. Persons. Whens.

Cut flowers sweating out the last of their color into stagnant water. In complimentary vases. Little cards in strange handwriting echoing a familiar voice.

Words held hostage as we take the pulse of the corpse. What is dead? What is alive?

I can only learn one funeral at a time.

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