Friday, October 25, 2013
#2 (cont)
Trevor insists with his head in his hands and the gun in his lap that he never wanted to even go inside the house in the first place
Hostage #2
I pull my legs underneath me and it feels like I have never pulled my legs underneath myself before. What inner ear infection, how the pain pulses into your throat into the sternum snipped and resewn so many times but no one ever loses count. Vertigo and I say to Trevor, don't hit him with a crowbar, don't hit him with a tire iron. There is a news report and it says hours later that you hit him on the arm. Bruce Lee's flow-like-water, bruises on both. Children upstairs. Is that the hardest part, there were children upstairs sleeping. If you ask me, I don't think they were asleep, although. In a university in a time far away one of these children will write an essay in their very first English composition class that they are ill-prepared for about this night, their parents being hog-tied and poorly knotted backs against each other worrying about the last time they fucked because that is what you do when your life is about to end, worry about the last time you fucked your wife.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
hostage #1
We can pretend there are no hostages and then there are and we don't understand how.
Early morning and the next day within a four hours. How a day can be defined in four hours.
Four hours and 37 minutes. We look at a photograph and it is 1999 and we say how did so much time pass and also that looks like it was in 1999. Remember you wore wedge heeled shoes and had a penis haircut with bleach blonde hair. I wonder if your vein pops out of your forehead when you laugh now in adulthood.
Trevor enters the room says no one can leave.
Trevor enters the room and says I'm sorry you guys but you can't go anywhere.
I learned how to fire a gun when I was 28 years old. I had no idea how hard it was to pull a trigger until then. My first automatic rifle I cocked my shoulder backwards, and then. Five pulled muscles, and then. When I lie in bed, I can't turn to one side. Before I knew anything, I knew the side of the bed you preferred over others.
Young parents.
The begging of young parents is a different kind of begging. Trevor, we have to get home. We have to go home. Will you let us go. When can we get home. Are you going to shoot us.
No, of course not, we hear Trevor say. You can't leave, though.
Early morning and the next day within a four hours. How a day can be defined in four hours.
Four hours and 37 minutes. We look at a photograph and it is 1999 and we say how did so much time pass and also that looks like it was in 1999. Remember you wore wedge heeled shoes and had a penis haircut with bleach blonde hair. I wonder if your vein pops out of your forehead when you laugh now in adulthood.
Trevor enters the room says no one can leave.
Trevor enters the room and says I'm sorry you guys but you can't go anywhere.
I learned how to fire a gun when I was 28 years old. I had no idea how hard it was to pull a trigger until then. My first automatic rifle I cocked my shoulder backwards, and then. Five pulled muscles, and then. When I lie in bed, I can't turn to one side. Before I knew anything, I knew the side of the bed you preferred over others.
Young parents.
The begging of young parents is a different kind of begging. Trevor, we have to get home. We have to go home. Will you let us go. When can we get home. Are you going to shoot us.
No, of course not, we hear Trevor say. You can't leave, though.
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