"and at 5am the city, beyond common belief, did sleep; no more over sensitive taxi cabs or jiggling man hole covers, no more trash munching trucks or desperate police cars. it was silent, so, so silent. she laid there with her head spinning the white walled room. when she was a child sitting in a swing her feet used slip and slide on the sand and gravel as she twirled endlessly, the chains crunching in her white knuckled hands, twisting together like licorice strips. once they seemed they would break she let go, keeping her feet tight together and her hands on the pinching chains. she would spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin until she started to spin the opposing way. tonight was no different except that she was now spinning with grown pains instead of youth’s innocence- in the morning she’d awake to a phone pregnant with e-mails and a bustling city that pretends they don’t lay in bed and spin out of control every night."

novemberfirst 2010