Blurry Slurry Things At Bottle’s Rim

August 28th, 2007

really sleepy. but i dont want to sleep. cant sleep anyway. not even accidentally while just out of the shower and still wrapped in towel. kinda empty. craving cheese but there’s only instant noodles. craving company but there’s only skype. mini bottle of baileys is fast emptying; many swigs and now there’s a milky brown ring. on my table. cant avoid it, sticky elbows now. is this how people discovered that it’s impossible to lick their elbows?

take a hit of this stuff, he said, but i said no, what i really want is some peace and quiet and a nice woolly blanket. so leave me alone. but bring me a mug of milo first. i remember milo - not hot, but kosong ais and beside this trancey music cd he bought for 10 bucks. i remember milo - not kosong ais, but hot and with panadols he tried to force me to take. i remember milo - just the powder, but in between fresh slices of bread with the crusts cut off just the way i like it. i remember milo - the dog that is to be..?

today we talked about marriage in our old high school. on those black and orange chairs, we talked about big weddings and small weddings. guess which one mine is? it’s the one with the vanilla cake and the flowers and the happy smiling sunburnt cheeks with no makeup on. high heels that wont hurt my feet. groom that wont break my heart. father who wont make me choose. skies that dont rain. windfuls of bliss.

boy that sat on the swings with his backpack on the ground at his feet. i remember you. i jogged past you once. why arent you in school? you’re at the edge of the world. why were your glasses broken?

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