Living off Mannheim parking at the streetcurb parkway lined with old trees palegreen alien-looking fruit hanging

I am curious but I havent taken the time to figure out its genus species red fire hydrants are spaced dogs a public sidewalk a long front lawn runs up to manicured shrubbery my place a corner apartment second floor in a vintage building looks into leaves then fall an winter looks through naked limbs into apartments across Mannheim for naked limbs while smokin a joint listenin to music or I look around the corner onto Ellis a residential street overlookin rooftops chimneys an backyards theyre quiet if I had a backyard Id be busy in it

   

traffic noise bleeds in  sycophants  colored moving illuminations of its own an broadstroked lighted storefronts worrying vandals  robberies

I stood at the foot of my bed jerkin my thumb at the end of my fist makin like an umpire callin Out

Up ya lazy bum Yer widme

couldnt blame him  

he looked pathetic comfortable
he looked tired

he was lightly strokin my girls shadow her dark two-dimensional curves an sweet hollows

Lets go yamook

he didnt answernever answered tossed off the overlap of the flatsheet bindin im an glared at me for troublin im puttin im through middle of the nite calisthenics for no discernible benefit to his skinny ass
 

did he really think I wanted to crawl out of a warmed bed from beside Hallie into the cool night air to take a leak

I was a slave to my bladder an bowels Hallie wouldnt be cool widme soilin the bed in the middle of the nite

  

I figured he was draggin his ass up the hall behind me bitchin   he didnt have to take a leak

I looked over my shoulder

takin his sweet time still at the threshold of the bedroom

I waited on him at the bathroom

he came down the hall bouncin side to side wall to wall makin a production of it  a sneermaybe  on his miserable pallid face

Christ  I hoped I didnt look like that  he was scaryI nearly pissed in the hall

nah I didnt

hyperbole

yah wouldnt think in the dead of night Id be playin hyperbole in the hall with  if he had a voice  a grumbling bitchin blackface

just tryin to humor him
the fuckin stick in the mud

I figured Id best let him enter the toilet first

flickerin colored lights spattered bokeh came through the glass window mottled his darkened puss  exaggerated his configured sneer

a sneer goin smirk

he turned his head to the claw-foot bathtub to his left my right

I took a look  nada

looking back to im he jerked my thumb at the end of my fist makin like an umpire callin Out mockin me from when I stood at the end of the bed waitin on im

I thought yeah(didnt think) I could almost make out a mouth

a deliberate shadow on a shadow

Take a look

I missed it

Take a look

thought I made out  take

he continued agitatin in direction of the tub

I glanced  nada

Take a look

Take   take           takealook

a nod  exasperated  grim

I looked

a ghostly image of myself appeared between him an me
 

I was lookin at the back of my head

suddenly this sheer glass-image of me went down hard to my right crackin our skull on the lip of the porcelain tub

within my glass skull I could see the crown of it internally decapitated sheared off spectacular shards of ghostwhite bone penetratin my brain lancets then the bowl of my skull scootin choppin into my grey meat an break into pieces

pearl shrapnel  brilliant blue petals erupting in my misshapen head
 

my right eye displaced

when my whitesilver skin split the petals escaped  steamin ruby red rivulets paintin the side of the tub the tiled grouted floor splashed on the prone bent pale manikin that was me

my mouth hung open

slowly turnin my head back to my shadow it stood there facin me   its mouth open

mirror-images

then against the wall an glass window where the medicine light cast my shadow he turned an mocked my stance when
I urinated

into the hallway  on the hall wall  he cloned himself where the subtle outdoor lighting cast him when I urinated

I was surrounded

I stepped over my twitchin whitesilver legs an before the toilet bowl I urinated hard  animatin its water to convince me
I was animate  alive

                                     not dyin on the floor

finished I washed my hands with warm water an chased away my last conscious bit of unfounded fear

I looked neither left nor right to inform my detail  my cops   my shadows

turnin into the hall I faced me facin me  my shadow my shadow

I stood facin im

no face

Yathink yer funny

nothin  not that I was expectin anythin

Fuckin pokerface

Awright  Its cold here  Lets get back in bed widda girls

he beat me back into bed

        

 

0615,  Twosday,  8  12. 15
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