Total Midnight

The can of pest control sits beside me imposingly and I haven’t used it in a few hours, but as much as I feel for ants, it’s a real killing moon when I get back into the bathroom back room trying to figure out where they all came from. Linings of the bathtub, edges of the trimmings, grout between the tiles: I whisper to watch you wander between the shifting gears as the ship left the bay. "Don’t ask me how to get there, just pack your things and leave tonight." I don’t know what the rest of these slurred words mean, but I do as I say as you say as you do. Mirrored reflections and punchlines ringing empty off the expansive walls – some are a very light periwinkle blue, some are white. There are blurry photographs from a decade ago in tall grass or after the sun was long gone. All of the people I never want to see again and the opposite; we walk among the graves and yes, I know that name. That one, too. But we can still do it in a 5-7-5 step if you want, you know? The band is playing an awful (or awfully) slow dance number and I’m slowly rotating in an echoing slow dance to match, all alone out here. You’d be proud and confused and your eyes, here, wipe your eyes. I can’t see their true color like I once could.

If you still come here and read this and thought, "I don’t know what or who he’s talking about," then it’s about you. Has been a lot, lately.