monday cover #2: the band: the moon struck one

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the credits run out and the lights come up. everyone else has left the theater, but they’re still not ready to return to reality.

she blows her nose, while he presses his palms into his eyes, in an effort to stop the tears. “oh, man,” he groans.

they turn to each other and start to giggle. it’s like looking in the mirror, eyes red, noses running, puffy cheeks, satisfied smile.

she finds her voice first, “yeah, it was pretty good.” the sarcasm is obvious. read more >

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monday song #55: me …and my dog

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he’s hungover.

he stares in the mirror. his face is fleshy, somehow misshapen, as if viewed through a wide angle lens.

he swallows a handful of aspirin and starts the shower. hot water only.

she was up before him. her side of the bed was made. her clothes from last night were folded and draped over the back of her chair. his clothes lay rumpled on the floor, a trail of breadcrumbs from the door to his pillow. one of his shoes is missing. he is still wearing one of his socks when he steps into the steaming shower. read more >

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monday song #53: close-up

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william holden is face down in the swimming pool.

the police arrive followed by the press.

flashbulbs pop. questions go unanswered.

gloria swanson creeps down the stairs. an elderly spider, patient, arms held at unnatural angles, ready to dance or cast a spell. her head tilts off center; her once lovely face pulled tight by a humming tension. her moment, her final scene, the climax. read more >

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