15 August 2006

Last Night

The words woke something inside. Tangled in chocolate-colored pillows and blankets, I stared at the darkness behind my eyelids, waiting for peace to settle in. But the words burrowed deep, content to eat away at my insides and dig dig dig. When the sun forced its way through my windows and forced my eyes open, I wondered where Al Jolsen is buried.

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