Archive for August, 2004

Sometimes

Saturday, August 28th, 2004

Sometimes I can’t catch my breath even though I’m breathing fine.
The panting starts in the back of my head then moves to my heart
and I feel it creeping down my arms and legs.
Sometimes I can’t see even though my eyes are working.
They are open and I’m looking outwards but all I see is inside
and I [...]

Passenger

Friday, August 27th, 2004

A man on the train sitting ahead a few rows and across the isle talks to his friend and laughs with gusto. He’s mid fifties. His clothes, gut and hairline have seen better afternoons. He’s tired and creased. He smiles tightly and pulls his very full lips across his large teeth. His gaze strays from [...]

Consequences

Friday, August 27th, 2004

When you’re walking somewhere, like to board a train in LA that’s headed to San Diego for example, and you’re in a hurry but the person in front of you is not but you think that by getting in their personal space and walking a quarter shoe length behind them will inspire them to walk [...]

Part Three

Thursday, August 26th, 2004

I almost missed the third time he asked me. He slipped a slice of tomato on my finger which looked and felt strange and funny. I was laughing too hard to answer but I managed a muffled sound of some kind which he took as in the affirmative. It will be nice when I get [...]

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