afterlife in a glass of orange juice
a pierce at the centre of my chest
i thought the sounds of the world are not that amazing
and i grew tired of my own reflection on my mobile phone screen
i was an itch that would never go away
the ghost in your grandmother’s picture
and all the while you stay still
soaked in your bathtub
i like stories
ending with somebody drowning
and smelling good
a killer was following a girl who was walking to her apartment.
the apartment was on the second floor.
the girl headed to the stairs.
the killer took his time.
the girl stood in front of her door looking for keys.
the killer was still standing at the foot of the stairs. listening to the sounds of her opening her bag, her hand rummaging through her things and finally her keys clinking between her fingers.
i felt his calmness.
he walked up quietly.
the girl was just about to close the door when she saw him.
in the realm of this dream, when one is in danger one has to ring the bell of one’s house. that was what the girl did but because she didn’t want the man to get into her house she closed the door at the same time.
the girl’s body was cut in half—her torso was outside with her right hand pushing the bell while her waist down was behind the door.
her face was stupidly frightened.
i was with my boyfriend on a hill at a mediterranean bay. busy taking pictures of local tourists and us. he used a polaroid slr camera. i loved the camera so much that i wanted to have one of my own. so i went to a camera shop and bought a new one for $8008 using my credit card. we took pictures again and felt really pleased about the results.
however, we weren’t there only for taking pictures. we were to distribute questionnaires about the killer. about how he had been a liar. but we’ve deciphered the pattern. (this made so much sense in the dream) and since we took so much time enjoying the view, we discovered that we were already a couple of hours late for the trial. my boyfriend and i took off immediately. we were in a very joyful mood.
they terrify me sometimes
for in their tunes they carry
far away images i have tried
with sounds unfamiliar