Having regularly suffered insomnia since my early 20s, I have particular relationships with certain times of night, some good and some bad, although gratefully none as extreme as Sarah Kane’s, 4.48 Psychosis.
Oddly enough, 2am is one of my favourite times… as far as insomnia hours goes, that is. I feel tender and confused about 2am. 2am hurts, but just a little bit less than 3.33am. Continue reading
Part I: I Wish You Would Call Me
I am feverish in my apartment. Getting myself off with one hand and holding a cup of Fantastic noodles in the other. I’m not sure what “Oriental” is supposed to taste like but it is not the taste you want in your mouth when you finally squirt during the opening sequence of Today Tonight. Continue reading
it felt like it was made out of bodies
but really it was made out of language
illuminated in white fluorescent letters on a scoreboard
i tell you i want to go to india
you tell me we need a visa to go there
you are in the bathroom cutting your toenails
i think to myself i want to go to india alone
i can arrange the visas i say
woke up and in front of the sky there was a small satellite dish stuck to a building i got out of bed and walked towards my phone touched my phone and took it back into bed i pressed on two things
It is morning on the third day. The wattlebird
responsible for the vertical hour. Courtyard bricks already
baking moderate to high. Dreams were no good again.