2003-10-06 - 10:32 p.m. - second person exercise.
Later in the evening you are laying on the sofa, half asleep, thinking of the way that just hearing that name penetrated you, violated your bones to their marrow. Michael is curled up on the floor, snoring, twitching slightly. Think about the way his muscles move his shake his skin. Think about what he is dreaming about.All you can think about is trying to sleep. Is that name.
This is when that coffee table book, the one your mom bought you as a gift when she was visiting your sister in England last fall. That book with all of the great rock stars in it, but more from a british perspective with more of an emphasis on 'the smiths' and not so much attention payed to 'led zeppelin' even though both bands are from England. It falls off and you can hear the covers slightly pull apart from each other, hear the pages inside flutter, and then all of it snaps shut, fucking slams down on the carpet.
still, you hear only that name, from earlier.
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