Between night and day

To enter into the theater when the sun is shining to have your world transformed by the film, and then to walk out into the darkness and moon feels complete. I love watching films, but I love more the transient moment afterwards; I feel as though I do not exist---that I am just a visitor to some place, wandering the streets that seem temporary stage props. 

a confessional touch

is what it could be. Dancing half-naked to forgotten music, an intoxicated figure approaches.  We cast invisible cellophane curtains; the rising temperature replaces possible caresses. This is perhaps an insulated thought. 

i run down the stairs and lie on a graveled road. It is hot, but the dirty floor is cold to the touch. The pebbles make their nests in my skin, and i do not notice.

Pressed against the cracks of a couch, i wake with a deep line traversing the back of my hand.