Alien Landscape

the incessant drilling has become normalcy like an accelerated ticking of a clock. it grinds and leaves shapeless debris all over the room. it makes my eyes water. i tell her, no dammit! i'm not crying! i don't cry!. she just rolls her eyes, curls into a ball and melts back inside of me.
i imagine she watches me through a television screen as i quake from the violent ticking, the rape of time. so i tell her, oy. the ticking. it will soon reach you, do you know? this is one thing you run away from by hiding inside of me. it'll get to you, i promise you.
she just smiles, gets up and starts dancing to the chatter of my teeth. a crazed dance of desperate mockery.

oy. i utter through the clatter of my teeth. stop it. you're starting to feel more rapid than the clock's second hand. and it don't get any faster than that.
with eerie suddenness and compliance, she stops and smiles.
you retard! you've been chewing on my watch again haven't you?! i exclaim, staring in horror at her bleeding gums, decorated with shards of glass.

so here it is on my wrist. the cracked watch. look out for it if you see me. try to get me to let you get a whiff of it. it smells of the desert sand and the sweet stench of female sweat. it's her alright. that self-appointed hourglass lifeguard. she thinks Time is her own private swimming pool. she crunches its sand in her mouth like cereal. it's appalling.
Posted by NHJ 7/01/2005 09:10:00 pm

Friday, July 01, 2005