Flat On Your Back by Angela Thomas You're on the other end of the phone. I'm drenched in the tub and wondering what you're saying to him, what he's telling you. I'm sure it'll go something like this, Man, She sure was special. I will never forget the time... and the story will go on, and then, when it has finished, a silence will fall. It'll coat the backyard like clear nail laquer, thin but hard. One of my most dear mistakes will leave the house to go home and maybe lay on his bed, counting spots on the ceiling, making isosoles triangles, like I used to, while you lay down in your bed, on your back, staring at the ceiling without popcorn and picturing my face, smiling. I'm home, in my bed, flat on my stomach, my head pressed deeply into my pillow, mouth wide open, gasping for air and wailing. 02/05/2004 Posted on 02/05/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)