1
There’s a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight on a good day.Kris Kidd
2
Another piano falls, but this time it’s me– or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings, or whatever.Kris Kidd
3
Sometimes, when I’m chain smoking on the balcony and feeling like shit (which happens more often than I’d like to admit), I let go of a lit cigarette just to see if the ember will outlast the fall. It rarely does.Kris Kidd
4
February falls on top of me like a cartoon piano. I reek of champagne, come, and CK One.Kris Kidd
5
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust– about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.Kris Kidd