

Someone's BirthdayWe staggered along with our arms around each other. The walls were moving, catching at our shoulders as we mounted the stairs, out laughter echoing around us in the stairway and down the hall. I could feel the disapproving glares of the other tenants through the doors, could hear their thoughts. There is a fine divide in college towns between students and real people, how we ever got an apartment here the other tenants would never be able to understand.Someone's Birthday
The keys slipped from my hand as soon as I wrestled them out of my pocket, their tinny fall masked by our laughter. I bent over to grab


Twelve Twenty EightThe clock was blinking12:28, 12:28, 12:28. The rattle of ice on glass was loud, even over the visceral sound of swallowing. Louder still when the glass made its way back to the table. The clock was blinking. 12:28. It occurred to me, the sound of ice on glass would be muted by the addition of amber colored liquid. The gurgle and splash was loud too. But the ice on glass sound was just a memory. 'Sound and vibration shape our lives,' said an intro to music professor once upon a time. A key rattled in the lock, the door swung open allowing a dim corridTwelve Twenty Eight
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~LT
"Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page.
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
And many struggled in the ink.
It was strange
To write in this red muck
Of things from my heart."
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