it's real early morning
no one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks
when it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?
-e
"can you buy a battery for an mp3 player at this hour?"
- old man at bodega, saturday, 10pm
-e