i could go crazy like

friday after school: a cloud ofblack between my ears again. i lay my head next to mydog's head, wonder if she'll feel a difference when i die.it's a little thing, you know. smallestof the small, a smoke alarm blinking at theback of my skull. one of these days the whole place will blowsky-high, the air will rain the soft and uglyshrapnel of my body, and finally i willcease to matter.