Thursday 9/18/2008 12:42:00 AM

The road was closed. The bridge was open. She hadn't dreamed in years about anyone other than herself. The world was narrow. The light was distant. She never slept. Just closed her eyes and imagined forgetting. All the things she can't.

Call the auction. Tell them I've a bid to place. A large one. On a million tiny moments I wish I still owned.

Groom the villain. Prepare him for his closeup. I'm ready to name names. Set her tits on fire. Shame the world into seeing. All the people they never notice. Combing the wolf. Choking the deer. In our volatile portions of the forest. The thinning trees. No longer obscuring. A failure of triumphs.

Turning the ignition on this worn out time machine. Eclipses of skin change the dirty diapers of men. Going everywhere. In only an instant.

Being everywhere at once. As Einstein always dreamt.

I have everything and nothing. In my precious time machine.

Its only flaw is that I don't know how to stop it.

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