December 19
I remember these white chattering skeleton teeth that bounced around on a table one Halloween and made me sad. I’m still on the floor, in my dark apartment, but those teeth are bouncing toward me, toothy killers coming to eat me alive. The thought wakes me and I sit up, disoriented, wondering if I’m in the center of a lovely s*x binge at 3 A.M. The dim, grayish light through my blinds tells me it’s morning and I’m pretty impressed with myself for having slept on a hard floor, and not waking again, all night after the witch dream. I’m struck with an equally impressive wave of utter emptiness, similar to my black hole night-time haunts. There is no need to shoot naked pictures or post s*x ads on Grindr or even go to work. I have three days of celibacy until my lunch date with Sw
