Yay-ee-yay-ee-yay-ee-ee-ohh
Silver skies. Kate singing, “Waking the Witch”.
A bag of trash, on the floor. Kinda dizzy. Jasmine, in the air.
“Black bird…”
The electric candle is lit. Behind it, out on the horizon, bare tree limbs move against that deepening silver. Everything seems to be moving slow…but me.
I feel fast.
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So fast I caught a snowflake on my tongue, later.
There’s a ghost of jasmine — and smoke in my hair. The memory of Pepsi on my lips.
Quiet, now.