night 1 without

Magical things happened last night.

I looked down into the water from the library bouchany above. A single silk button up shirt swirled just below the surface, the caretaker said it had been swirling in circles there for years, weaving and unweaving itself. 

Silkworm swirl.

Along the surface of the water zillions of cucumber type creatures that zipped along in perfect lines like an LA freeway. 

They never stop zipping, it was like the water itself, always glistening, always moving. 

I turned away from the solid rail walked just a few paces to climb up a shallow hill. 

It was encrusted with gold picture frames, dolls, antiques, science experiments, exotic plants, inventions, trinkets. I leaned against the hill and it nestled me in, like sitting on a french couch, it held me as I watched the students below. 

No teachers were present. They sat in groups and had very nice clothes and good manners. 

The only real reason I snuck into this school was because I fallowed X here. She was down below spread out atop the moss, being lonely.

 I wanted to join her, but she was very busy in her loneliness.

 I decided to flirt with some of the rich girls. Every last one of them had on a highly pigmented jacket in wild patterns and shapes, they were the most beautiful jackets I had ever seen. They were made out of an unidentifiable material, they radiated. All the girls sat in a circle on the ground with a few boys inter-dispersed wearing ties and nerdy faces. 

I squeezed between two girls, sorta pushing them apart, both high school aged, no one knew I was years beyond collage, I looked just like them- 

only homeless.

Trying to coax one into taking me to the movies, I don't know what happened, but there was a vase and I suppose I threw it, I don't know how or why. But I was responsible for the boy who went running to the restroom with a large cut-hole taken out of his cheek.

Instantly I felt awful... perhaps it was an accident???

He eventually returned and the open hole was now just a pink swollen closed cut. I offered to get bandages or anything.  He said "nah", he was fine, maybe just a cup of coffee. 

I said he may want to avoid acidic things w/ an open wound, I couldn't remember if it was for open mouth issues or bladder infections to avoid acidic drinks and food, but regardless I wouldn't get him the coffee.

I snuck into the movies there on campus, I stashed my white trash bag of stuff in a hallway by the bathroom. When I peed the door would not lock and X came it. We talked about sneaking out of the building. 

We jumped out the bathroom window and ended up loosing our train tickets and belongings but strangely on the road below we had our pet dog back. It was more like a stuffed animal dog. I was not afraid of it. It was sort of like a half human baby, half stuffed animal dog. 

I never did end up making out with any of the private school girls in the jackets. It was a nice feeling of escapism being there. Being an adult and not having a home or job, being held in this fancy high school, pretending to belong, feeling free and young in that mahogany lined space.