December 30, 2003

It was all before the sun had set, and the chair was quite uncomfortable.
the ragged ends of her speech droned through like a hive, and the chair was swallowing her whole.
outside, the waiting room was stoic and filled with medications, lulling themselves into an office party as the elevator christmas music blared through speakers (set above signs telling people not to touch the volume).
It’s an insatiable need, this, but I don’t want you to give it to me.


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