Sleepyhead Susie woke up in the middle of the night.
She called 911 because she felt lonely.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Intermission One
Sleepyhead Susie woke up in the middle of the night.
She called 911 because she felt lonely.
Intruders
Susie made the long journey from Bed-Stuy to Buffalo. She cuddled with coffee cups and snacked with snickerdoodle cookies on Elmwood avenue. The early afternoon sun made her shadow shrink and body temperature rise. But OH! That shadow sure was wearing the cutest dress to ever lay across the grey asphalt when she crossed Lexington avenue.
Neighbors sat on their porches, huddled close together and smiling at the air particles.
She counted 59 skips from the cornerstore to her mother's apartment building.
She sensed something odd about the neighborhood she had grown up in.
Something unsafe. Eskew.
Lanky crouched figures crawled around the gardens. One had a large black shotgun. The end had been sawed off and Susie peered into the abyssmal barrel.
She told her mother to quickly open the building door and lock it behind. This task took CENTURIES. The robbers towered over them. Susie had to use all her weight on top of strength to close the door.
Susie heard them stomp over the other apartments. They threw all the furniture, books, papers about. She rushed to lock all of her windows and doors.
The second lock on her front door broke.
The hinges disappeared.
The door did not fit in its archway anymore.
Her bedroom was empty. She had moved most of her belongings to Bed-Stuy. She was sad.
Her bedroom door would not lock.
The porch door stayed wide open. The key did not fit the lock anymore. It had changed careers.
The back door hinges had a fight with the wall they had become attached to.
They separated a whole two feet from eachother.
Never spoke again.
Susie took her two Macbooks and climbed down the front porch columns to her neighbors.
She called 911. Nobody picked up.
She called 911 again. The operator REFUSED to believe this emergency.
The neighbors still smiled and stared at air particles.
Susie could only stand outside and wait for the intruders to finish destroying her home.
Neighbors sat on their porches, huddled close together and smiling at the air particles.
She counted 59 skips from the cornerstore to her mother's apartment building.
She sensed something odd about the neighborhood she had grown up in.
Something unsafe. Eskew.
Lanky crouched figures crawled around the gardens. One had a large black shotgun. The end had been sawed off and Susie peered into the abyssmal barrel.
She told her mother to quickly open the building door and lock it behind. This task took CENTURIES. The robbers towered over them. Susie had to use all her weight on top of strength to close the door.
Susie heard them stomp over the other apartments. They threw all the furniture, books, papers about. She rushed to lock all of her windows and doors.
The second lock on her front door broke.
The hinges disappeared.
The door did not fit in its archway anymore.
Her bedroom was empty. She had moved most of her belongings to Bed-Stuy. She was sad.
Her bedroom door would not lock.
The porch door stayed wide open. The key did not fit the lock anymore. It had changed careers.
The back door hinges had a fight with the wall they had become attached to.
They separated a whole two feet from eachother.
Never spoke again.
Susie took her two Macbooks and climbed down the front porch columns to her neighbors.
She called 911. Nobody picked up.
She called 911 again. The operator REFUSED to believe this emergency.
The neighbors still smiled and stared at air particles.
Susie could only stand outside and wait for the intruders to finish destroying her home.
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