I sleep walk my dog Ein most nights. We saunter on our hind legs under little
moons. Crooning like wolves to the crescent
waxing. My
heart waning into a black hole sucking at my chest. He shakes his head, obviously disappointed. The suburb hushed by chocking
time. Line of cars on the streets like
a showroom floor. Ein breaks
the doors with a bat. I hate fate cats. The cars cries. We
scatter gleefully into a yard. The
ground gives way while we tumble into an indigo mirage. I sink like a drunken sailor. Ein does backstrokes. The pressure of the
past is a boulder on my back. I
can’t swim. Ein is
doggy paddling. All
the pictures are projected in this blue prison. I
can’t close my eyes. My
tears are swallowed by the sea. I
keep drowning deeper and deeper with the darkness creeping over my skin like a
cocoon. You can never tell
just how deep an ocean is till you dive in. Bubbles
tango out of my quivering lips two by two. Is this what death is? ……………………..I
can’t make anything out ..............I
hear a gurgling …and
a mute silence My
heart blinks a sharp green… don’t
forget…
