on the other side of the fog

green monster after much ado about nothing wrong after getting used to the sway of the van across the lanes of the interstate. 13 teenage girls singing every song on the radio as loud as they can. 3am. perhaps no sleep at all and back to work on delusion for new half day friday schedule. a controlled experiment. civics of sleeping. in class dream journals. beside a book of true lies certificates of insurance. two cameras. where were cracking ankles to introduce your medium-rare surprise, a calmer tongue to taste the bloody center of this unravelled stimulus?