01/01/10

Today’s date looks pretty, she thinks. She thinks - but she’s not sure. He’d agree - if he could see today. Last night’s liquor eats his ears and his eyes burn from snoring with his eyelids open. Not even dead people can do that.

And it’s odd – so odd – she considers, how the world is never quite big enough. Never quite crazy enough. There’s never enough people. No matter how lonely she gets. There’s never enough.

The most beautiful people in this place bury their faces in red dreadlocks. They hold each other only briefly. Their metal-laced smiles draw my sideways vision. The world is much too small for people like them.