Monday, June 1, 2009

The Armada (kind of)

And suddenly all the boats came in close. Pointed right at us. The decks were packed. Sailors in white. And orange life vests. (I wondered if they were still giving away cake. Last night it was mayhem. Absolute fucking mayhem). And then they turned around and sailed away. We felt so lonely. Like a pregnant woman abandoned just before the baby comes. And, then, we noticed, the boats were scattered. (Did I exhale?) They've no idea where they're going. There are so many ways. Needles into veins.