Written by Ian Aleksander Adams on December 24, 2007
Arranged by Rin Alexander Ascher on October 27, 2012
Published in Issue 002
I heard him urge me on. My subconscious responded (if you really want to help.)
"You could throw me some shoes?" I didn't mean to 'confront' him. "I followed... I'm sorry! I... just!"
You're watching me. And he replied, as if coaxing a stray cat.
I watched you fall out of your mother.
I watched as you peed in my face.
I reached the door and my spinal column spewed. "Move... please, move." And, I slid past.
Into the house, and past my sister, without shoes, up.
The stairs: peeling off my clothes and collapsing on the floor of the bathroom. Door shut behind me, down the stairs.
The rest of the clan held conference. I turned the water. On and slid. In letting it fall, on my head (and back), as I tried to rub feeling into my extremities.
"Every time I put them under the water they burned. That hot cold distant burn."
I let out a couple, dry.