There was a tremble in the air and we felt it something wrong we felt it.
The scrap heap took over town and ate whole buildings. The parks empty except the tremble in the air I mentioned before. I am wrong, there were people there. I just did not notice before.
We saved all the junk we could find from that day. God knows why? To prove we were alive, I guess, and not floating down the street like some ghost. The same feeling provoked a night's drinking. We had sex three times that night.
There was a tremble in the air we felt it we felt something wrong.
There was a wrongness to our gasps and an arrogance to our tears. We had saved them for too long in our happiness and now they felt wasted. We felt it. Legs stretched out
They stretched on the walk home when our brains weren't firing right they weren't working correctly they were easily distracted already there were roses piling up everywhere on the scrapheap the descent of lives into showers of paperwork and appointment calendars.
How long is a day? Pick a different day 'cause I can't tell you. There was a tremble in the air we felt something wrong we felt it.
