NEW NOISE.
i wanted to duplicate that simple auditory noise. that sound you hear when you're alone in a room. an 8x10 room. reading, writing. or doing arithmetic. the sound of clicking eyelids. i felt like a bird. a stork. a blue heron stomping silently in the muck of your neighbor's backyard pond.
it stabs a bluegill with its wet beak.
you turn the page and think of all those girls you've seen in your life licking their index fingers right before. mostly english teachers. it turns you on, but you realize it is not that hard to move on.
it is not that hard to make yourself.
just follow the easy-to-read instructions.
just call now.
i ended up making the noise again. that click that lasts a split-second. just like that. it was gone. again. poor me.
i ran to the front door to share the new sounds with my dear mother, but she was sick and i knew she would just be annoyed.
i sat while my brother, who i hadn't seen in months, walked through the front door. but somehow, i know he would probably laugh because there wasn't much to report on in the first place.
i hurried through the front door, hiding my new noise under my coat. my dad was eating his last meal so i know he didn't have time and who am i to push things on people?
my sister had been through the front door several hours ago. she worked late, so i knew not to bother her and her fucking fiance. no, they are just going out. going steady.
i disrobed and the new noise went to bed with me. as it somehow always will.