July 2010
“Don’t throw it away, old calico queen, ‘cause now you’re...”
“And the man you will marry?
The home you will share?
To be honest, I really...”
“Ich werde Ihre Kinder entjungfern.”
I see colored static. I don’t know if it’s synthesia (probably not…no…definitely not) but it’s everywhere. And it moves. In the dark some days I can barely see because it’s so overwhelming. It moves ever so slightly…almost pulsing, and is in every color, overwhelming enough that I cannot pick out individual colors within it. My optometrist saw no problem...
