Hebrews Coffee, I Don't
I walked into a diner, it hurt.
Stepped inside and grabbed a seat.
She gave me a menu.
I looked it over.
She asked what it was I wanted.
“Chicken fingers, please,” I replied.
“Chicken fingers, you shall have,” she said.
Hades
February 3rd, 2009.
This morning I woke up and there was a demon sitting on the dresser in my bedroom. He was looking at himself in the mirror, and didn’t know that I had woken up already. He was small, stout, and gargoyle-like. Hideous little thing. A cherub from hell – if you will – rocking back and forth with gray eyes and short hooved feet that hang off the edge. He smiles at me childishly, and before I can move, he vanishes. I turn over to the woman next to me. She isn’t my wife. She isn’t my girlfriend. But her name might have been Sarah, although I wasn’t sure. She was from Brooklyn, somewhere, and when she drank her cosmopolitans, she would love to do it in the middle of a sentence, before going back to telling stories that bored me. If she laughed, it sounded hollow, and sober or not, she couldn’t balance on high heels.
“Sarah” smells like hairspray, and her dress looks awkward as it lays alone on the floor. I had almost completely forgotten she was in my bed in the first place, but there she was, still sleeping, and to my disliking it was quiet in the dark room. I watch the ceiling fan spin for two hours, and all I think about is a cold glass of water. Then Sarah wakes up, and I pretend to be asleep, and just like that, she grabs her clothes and leaves holding her shoes by the straps.
The Thais That Bind
I’ve been captured.
My hands, tied behind my back.
I cannot see.
Bird’s chirp.
Sweat drips down all over.
The sun’s up.
As is my time.
Distance
Standing there, tall and timid,
She sits and brushes her hair aside.
Alas, a smile, a giggle, a laugh.
Gleaming through the darkened room.
Slowly it fades.
Surrounded by many,
She sits alone.
Unsure of herself.
Not knowing who she is, truly.
