Driving Straight, Holding On

Why are you so quiet?

(I’m not.)

(There is terrifying noise.)

Are you okay?

(I cannot say.)

I guess.

I wish you did not get so down.

(So do I.)

(Give me some medicine for that.)

(They don’t make medicine for that.)

(Gut, pulled back down below the heart.)

(Breathe deeply.)

(Open, clear, cloudy mess inside the head.)

I’m okay.

(The black slope, grinding pavement for pain, misery.)

Good, let’s go to dinner.

(Gray noise, thick, gray noise.)

(Eyes won’t work.)


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  1. #1 by fillingahole on December 28, 2010 - 8:32 pm

    I wish I didnt understand this so well.
    I feel like I had this conversation earlier today, for chrissakes…

    • #2 by Carl on December 28, 2010 - 9:55 pm

      I am so sorry it is understood if you had the conversation today. I guess I’m not alone and nor are you. 🙂

  2. #3 by Raven on December 28, 2010 - 10:26 pm

    Wow…definitely heard this internal monologue before.

    • #4 by Carl on December 28, 2010 - 10:48 pm

      It is reassuring to hear that. Thank you for your comment.

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