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So am I standing in some
other world right now? The terrain is a mix of at least three worlds.
4. Hurt flashes across the pretty girl's face as she looks at me.
Her hands fall from my shoulders and hang limply by her side.
7. She thought of him coming home, finding the gas and phone
bills in the mailbox, undressing, taking a bath, the T.V. on.
8. We talked about women, peeked up their legs as they got out
of cars, and we looked into the windows at night hoping to see
somebody fucking but we never saw anybody.
10. It was like a wood drill, it might have been a wood drill, I could
smell the oil burning, and they'd stick that thing into my head into
my flesh and it would drill and bring up blood and puss.
11. Under the quilt she makes no more of a hump than a railroad
would, and the only way you can tell she is breathing is by the
sound of the mattress shucks.
12. I used to lie on the pallet in the hall, waiting until I could hear
them asleep, so I could get up and go back to the bucket.
2. And then my eyes roam again over the words scribbled in the
corner.
_Sorry I read your journal. You left it open. You know I can't resist
temptation like this!_
5. A pulse beat in his neck and another joined in. Hers. Two
hearts beating in tandem. He would never get over her now!
6. I'd shove the bottles and stuff toward him and wait, puffing on a
cigarette like I owned the world.
7. What had once been a flat surface was now a succession of
troughs and hillocks lifting and falling about us, shoving at us,
teasing at us with light lazy touches in the vain instants of
solidarity underfoot.
10. It would just be for me and her on a high hill and me rolling the
rocks down the hill at their faces, picking them up and throwing
them down the hill, faces and teeth.