On waking up in jail
She had a sweet madness in her breathe, like a delicious forgotten secret. I kept waiting for her to tell me, I kept waiting for her to remember, but she never did.
We just sat around the backyard slowly getting drunk, watching the sun tumble around the horizon. The darkness would splash at our legs and then on up to our minds until we were submerged completely. We sat dumb and giggling on the floor of an extinct ocean while prehistoric sea-monsters rolled past, their eyes the size of hubcabs, their teeth bigger than my fists.
