Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

Haven't had a sleep like that since.
Wanted to tell you all about the way you heard me
the way that gasp got out
the way you got under
the way you asked me to dance
the way you looked that night
all twiggy, pretty, and brown.

broke the blood vessels in my eye again
lost my keys
lost my head
lost my mind

smells like burning carpet
biting into my cheek
sweating through the floor

I think I said thank you.
I want to think that.