Series V-VIII: Halfsies

V

Is caffeine too fast for my blood system.  My circulatory.  See, I remember how this felt.  Why do you think the hours passed so slowly.

-Relax.

When you stare into the void it stares back.  This time with blue eyes.  To hold you in my arms.  The longing is impossible.

She said: This amount of pain should kill me.

I am at loss.  When someone asks for help they are actually asking if you would like to take part in the salvation of the universe.

VI

The strange morning.  Began as an afternoon.  When I awoke I felt as though I was in my tiny bed in my room at my mother's house.  When I realized I was not, I almost convinced myself that it actually was, although remodeled to look like something else.  High ceilings are for impossible upward mobility.  The shade would not snap up.  Solace; a child screaming, asking:

-Does beware only mean to be aware?

Come here with your hands tied and your nose upturned.  Someone I know hates blueberry pop tarts.  Someone I know only smokes menthol cigarettes.  Someone I know has allergies to aspirin.  Someone's blood can't afford to be any thinner.

VII

So close I can count every feather on your ridiculous bobbing bird body.  If I offer my hand will you think I am feeding you.  An open palm is often a gesture of sincerity.  Of trust.  When I was 14 a boy told me that.  He would bring me down flights of stairs and try to pluck me, flushed and fresh, out of my clothes.  An open palm became no.  

Someone shuddered to think of all the diseases the birds carry.

-Yes, but they are diseases you can't contract.

VIII

Occasionally, how surprising it is to be hurt is what hurts most.  When it lingers, too, it causes more pain because you realize how important the hurt is to you.  Sometimes the cause of the hurt almost entirely dissipates, and all you have left is the throb of pain with nothing to attribute it to.  But there are lessons to be learned.