Crazy

Tonight I exposed my worst bad side to strangers and friends. (Bitch.) Cheeseburgers. Tears. A plastic mastodon. Some assembly required.

Afterward, I raced a train home and wished I could sit inside, watching my own reflection as it makes motionless progress toward Somewhere. Sucking sound: vacuum sealed door. Trapped, but free. Pulled irresistably, swaying, through utter dark.