Monday 12/11/2006 11:45:00 PM

She was in the middle of nowhere in that traffic jam. The city just mountain tops broken by clouds. The cars just dragons learning how to fly. There was music in every sense of the word. Throbbing in the sweat of red lights about to change. Sobbing in the empty seat that always sat under her elbow.

She was touching the edge every time she had to blink. Lonely roads perspiring in her thoughts until the stink woke her up. Smeared on the canvas. Fractured bumpers. Howling sirens. The moments dry fast. Harder than I am. Or ever want to be. The moments happen. In distant Hiroshimas. Closer than I care to admit. In wars that pretend someone's right. And battles that don't know who belongs to them.

She was trying to figure out where she was going. While a thousand green lights came and went. But no one was moving. She was admiring the riddle of her cellphone. How she took it everywhere, but had yet to use it. For anything other than proving it didn't matter what buttons she pressed.

There was tomorrow she'd always been told, but she had never found it. And therefore assuemd she never would.

When she finally gets home and all the city is dark she knows. She's no stranger to it.

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