we spoke about it but after a few minutes everybody else seemed to be focused on other subjects. they all started laughing their private jokes into their deepest dirty linen affairs. I was snatched into their control and attention by biased un-control and tried to speak my word but -no!

we ate alot that night and chewing into the present-food and my past and the chicken-wings from my moms, many unsuccessful flights and crash-landings. the chicken wings were running out. i tried to fight but -no!

and the man- he has no significance to me and he just blows like the wind what people are left he just carries with him. we spoke alot with him, that night spoke until words melted into laughter caught us all by the wings and never let us go until the ride home. Well, I tried my best to resist. and despite my thoughts- that I had made a good image of myself - i tried the best and worst most painful sexual submition, my best to mold a person right into their dreams, and to see as far out the horizon as colors would go to see a change in the hue, *to try to see them all without their sticky uniforms* I tried and he tried and we all tried in chorus and the whole theater of dug up skeletons tried as a whole but -oh, no!