HAYLEY STOCKALL #4: Bedroom Ceilings
In my dreams I smash lamps, throw rocks through windows. I scream at my mother
In my dreams I smash lamps, throw rocks through windows. I scream at my mother
Wake up in his bed, alone, while he boards airplanes to other cities where he sleeps on other people’s couches
That year we had lived apart, my boyfriend in his house by the railway line and myself in a small, concrete room
He claimed that sleeping under the house was his choice, despite the four empty beds above
THE FUCKING CITY, man,’ we would swear under our breath. ‘Everything will be better when we’re in the fucking city…’