Radio Killed The Radio Listener
Kurt's everything was quite specific. That day in the cramped car, it was almost too much. The glaze that fell over his eyes, the rote movement of his lips. they unsettle me, make me think of painted dolls, of Leila, of static. Of blankness. It was upsetting. Kurt was my inside out, my positive charge.
But that day Kurt had hollow places, and that day he showed them to me.
That day his fault lines were beginning to crack.
fever did us no favors
radio killed the radio listener
by heart failure