Idiot Flesh Drowning
"I’m bored," she said. "Let’s go torture something." So I
wait in line all day – just me and the phone booth while
she goes through the shit we own, finding what’s
unnecessary. Three pairs of clothes, one pair of shoes.
Nothing else we really use. She said, "Let’s slow the day
down, darling, so it all don’t… slip away." I catch a
glimpse of a future picture, the only thing that we will
still own. Naked and cold in an empty room, but I’m happy
‘cause I still got you. And your happy ‘cause you still
got… cigarettes. Yesterday I had a quarter. And I know I
didn’t eat it. I’ll make the same mistakes. Won’t care
‘til my body needs it. Three pairs of clothes, one pair
of shoes. Nothing else we really use, like food and
sleep. We don’t like to think about tomorrow when we are
in this deep. That’s the trick to a happy life. Spend
every moment dying. Some people were born to float. Lord
knows I’ve forgotten how to swim, sinking. And neither of
us knows which direction the air bubbles are going.
