Skyscraper

You would think the sirens the shouts the mustard on hot dogs the smoke and steam were collective screams, but really it’s a quiet torture alone. There are lots of sounds, but there is only one sound; fingernails on concrete. The bodies are filled with negative charge, so they pass each other, so close and so repellent. She suffered from extra strong nails and the biggest nail file in the world is a pair of skyscrapers. They scraped through ninety five colors of graffiti, here and there made an m an n or an h an l. There are positive charges, too, like cinema or chocolate or Jesus, and these they rub against, cling to, a ravenous sandpaper standing on end. A man on the corner said no, no no give me your blood and sweat, and she scraped her nails. She was left alone, 24 hours with the windows shut and Sinatra blaring, and scraped her nails. Nobody knew that if someone asked her to wash the dishes once more she would kill them with a broken plate and paint their names on her ceramic. At the end of the skyscraping her fingertips were bloody, and the only graffiti was red ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||