stream of consciousness

by sw
© 2005

The machine surrounded her, beeping and clunking within six inches of her face. One of her half-assed ear plugs popped out when there were still three more to go. You're doing great. Just three more to go, the voice from the intercom in front of her face said – which she could only half hear because one plug remained firmly positioned. A jackhammer. Close encounters of the third kind with her jeans down around her knees so as not to mess with the magnets. She waited until the last second to take out her belly ring for fear that the ten year old hole would close up instantly, as punishment for betraying her beliefs and conforming to anti-piercing society. She would have gotten one or possibly both nipples done had it not involved a complete stranger cupping her breasts in a public shop. No fucking way. What if she passed out, both breasts exposed? Unconscious she would never remember to suck in her gut. More than one of her ugly secrets exposed. This must be what it's like to listen to aliens. Just shut up and listen for once. Right now no one cares what you're thinking. It's all about the magnetic imaging. Have these nurses ever been in one of these? She tries to picture her spine as still as possible. Do they allow for breath? Her leg twitched from being still for so long. My spine aches. How do you tell the aliens to get you out of here?

by mk
© 2005

Cold blue azalea locked into the fire of dawn over mountains cast in ice. When the rocking horse rode down the rivers and cowboys step long legged over this way and pistols drop in purple sand, don't forget the way it was. Cuz that's the way it will be forever and ever. Lust don't come in packages he said and leaned over to spit on the brown dog's head whatever we lost it won't come back this way sometime soon but that's another thing warts and all she said warts and all I was wishing it were summer again in the hills and we were slipping down wet and gleaming in pools of blue rain from the wasted dialogues of clouds and cactus flowers I thought to be somewhere else by now.