Semi-Daily Scribbles

Chéri, listen up. You've always done a good job with that. Scoot a little closer. That's it. Well, I had the dream again. Zoë's head has much to say. I don't need to tell you how much. You know … you know? The world! The monsters! You. You with your straight spine and head harder than mine. You let more things in, though. In and out. No one walks all over you, do they? But they lean. Lean on you in hard times like I'm doing now. What's new?! Goddamn the lights are bright today. Floor's more slippery, too. Hmm … what's that? Yes. The dream again. Here's what happened this time, although I was still 14. Don't think I was ever 14 is what's funny. And please keep that squeaking down. Can't think. But I'm up on the tightrope with gigantic blue winged vulvas circling me. How am I supposed to save you and everybody in this courtyard if I'm busy balancing on a wire fighting off neon genitalia? I'm the only one who can save your sorry ass from the weeping creepers. Because all of you are asleep! Do you know what Alex was doing the entire time I was batting at blue vulvas? Alex had the wire cutters. Why do I even bother? You're all just divots in the curvature of spacetime.