The sky is fuzzy...so light right over this town. Like innumerable gulps of milk chugged upwards, dispersed in a fraction of sunlight - why is the sky bright over me? A being with cherries on its eyes and frosting round the mouth...there is no way out, the dense suffocating fumes encroaching with the smell of lilacs. Sweet surrender. A prozac-filled dog wimpers on the the streetcorner and I look into his eyes - they are soft and creamy. He paws at some flesh, I stoop down and hold a fist of red.
A nightengale died at dawn this morning, from a broken heart...you cannot love another species! You cannot love the hummingbird, the ruby-throated - slain, slashed, stained sinner. And the dog spews up, appallled, and then he licks the bleeding breast of his friend.
A stranger walks by, and, turns, and, looks, curious? I send him a dogged look, a look asking for sympathy, kind questions, a number perhaps...a squeeze on the shoulder and a pet for the dog and then - he smiles, grin after grin after grin, after grin, after grin wash evenly over his smooth features....

......he pushes the butt of his cigarrette deep, deep into the purple chest of the nightengale, so deep I can see a nerve twitch, suction-like, upon the filter...
And then I realized, all along, i was that butt of the cigarette! I was always the little man dangling from the stranger's bulbous lips!!! It was a revelation!!!!!

I felt the cold, creamy flesh of the nightengale's heart, and it was a relief from the hot, pursing tissues of the man who spat me out.