BEAT

Beat

 

I am lying in the dark

with a hand held over my heart

listening to the heavy thud

of blood pumping through my veins,

 

and the beat seems to blister

as the blackened air grows thicker

in this hollow veil of smoke

that cloaks my body from pain.

 

Still I wonder about the chains.

The stains that silence the soul,

dragging behind the cinder

like the cross behind a sinner.

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CAR TALK

“Do you ever look at the wolves and wonder how they got those shaggy gray coats?” I said to my friend as we looked out the car window. There was a pair of wolves pacing by not three hundred feet away.

“Do you ever wonder if you could shut the fuck up?” He took another huff from the piece and passed it back to me. We had been sitting in the smoky haze of the car for a good hour, blazing out of our minds. I took the piece and the lighter in hand, fumbling to get it going. When I finally did, I inhaled deeply. The smoke filled my lungs. I held it there for a minute, like a dragon holding fire in its chest, before exhaling. The world was already growing fuzzy around the edges—possibly from the fatigue. I had been up all day, out in the sun.

“But really,” I coughed out, “look at how those two walk together. They’ve probably known each other their whole life.”

“Yeah, I’ve known you my whole life, what’s your point?”

“Well just that, like, they seem to walk without worrying. We never get to do that. Even here, if some police came knocking on our windows, we’d be in a bit of a mess.”

“Shut the fuck up, you’re gonna ruin my high,” he said, then followed up with laughter, “do you think maybe they snuck away from their pack to do drugs, like us?”

“What, like they see some mushroom out with the pack earlier in the day, then double back to go eat them and howl at the moon at night?” I grinned back at him, “More likely they’re a couple teens sneaking off for a romp in the woods.”

He turned to look at me with mock seriousness on his face. “Wolves are always in the woods. How can they sneak off?”

“That’s fair. Alright, so maybe that was mistress wolf, and she’s stolen away at midnight to go cheat on her husband.”

“Was it a boy and a girl? I didn’t get a good look at them before they disappeared” He asked, looking back out at the trees in the vain hopes that he might be able to catch a glimpse.

“I dunno dude, I’m just making conversation.” I said, shrugging.

“How come you and conversation never leave me alone while I’m enjoying my drugs?” He quickly reclined his chair and closed his eyes. He meant it as a joke, but I took the point that we should take a pause. It was getting quite late, and he was just as tired as I was, if not more.

We sat in the silence for a few minutes, listening to the world outside and wobbling in our seats, until eventually he rocked himself back to an upright position, and started the car. He pulled away, and we drove home in silence.

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