agent 289

they don't call it dope for nothin', she says

i'm turning cold blue, but there's one last thing...

let it go benny, you aren't moses. not unkindly she's watching me fade.

don't tell frenchie... the words are softer than breath but she blinks. i wish there was a finer way to hurt her.

would you like to know the secret of the universe? she's teasing me now. i can't tell the difference between the sky and her eyeshadow. her teeth are tiny tombstones.

what do you know about it? my voice is as small as a molecule. i thought you were a bartender.

when she smiles it is beyond anything i ever thought possible.

oh benny, you fall in love too easily. another recrimination stolen from my archives. i hate it how she always knows a little more about everything than i do.

you're like the ugly girl in the playground. you give it away to anyone who comes along. don't you know that it only matters when they can't have it?

words have become ropes now. i suddenly remember every book i've ever read. every letter i ever wrote. clutched tighter by them than any armed embrace. our blinks are slow heavy honey. motes of wisdom hang in the space between our lives.

so long benny. we're the exact opposite of each other, you know that?

she turns about on her heels as quick as a lifespan. i try to breathe her in as she steps away but my lungs are dead fishes. i'm too tired to do this anymore, i realize. i know everything now. I know how wrong and right i am and i no longer care about the dissonance. how people can turn from everything to nothing is no longer a mystery i need to resolve. yes, we are all opposite.