when you prey move your feet

Oct 18, 2011 16:26


A car horn wakes me,
2am, in a single bed with sheets too small. A dorm room in some
crappy hostel in some crappy city, in a country that is technically
home but hasn't felt like that for.... however long I've been away.
I lie in my unfamiliar bed thinking about where I am. On the road again
trying to find a place to call home for the next week, month, ( Read more... )

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zeitgeistic October 20 2011, 01:07:57 UTC
What an unusual format! But I think it works here. It kind of adds a sense of urgency to the writing.

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baxaphobia October 20 2011, 19:09:12 UTC
Gutsy move. I liked the idea of praying even though you don't believe. So may do that!

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whipchick October 20 2011, 20:39:27 UTC
Love the image of the audience as your co-addicts at a meeting. I get that one :)

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noodledays October 20 2011, 21:20:12 UTC
you used some great, fascinating images here.

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kittyfaelis October 20 2011, 22:30:58 UTC
foreign yet somehow very resonating
I'm not sure that makes sense, but I'm still thinking about this.
Looking forward to seeing what you do next.

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