Transmitter wrote this terribly early in the morning:

I’ve been busy looking up random people’s addresses in the phone book and sending them apology letters.


Ode to “Her Lips Are Copper Wire”

Transmitter wrote this terribly early in the morning:

My neighbor’s electric bill ended up in my mail by mistake. I was going to personally return it to her, use it as an excuse to start a conversation.

But, now she just got home at 3 in the morning and I hear a guy’s voice. Whore. Let me know how those late fees feel.

Now I lie. Me, down to sleep.

Transmitter wrote this terribly early in the morning:

No one has noticed at work. Nobody knows even though it’s been happening for months. It hasn’t influenced my walk or my demeanor, my clothes or my hair. I would have told you about it sooner, but you haven’t been around. No one has been around.

It started as an accident at first. I woke up and realized what had happened. Still, I didn’t give it much thought. Each time it happened I had a different excuse: drinking too much, working too much, it’s easier and more convenient. You always told me that I could rationalize anything.

Now I find myself hiding it, shoving the evidence into the closet before people come over. It started when you left. Yes, I blamed it on that, too. I think it’s because you were still in there somewhere. Pieces of you were everywhere, but the epicenter was there– Every night in the darkness and the quiet. All the reminders of you forming together, like some kind of memory Voltron, defender of loneliness.

I’m telling you all of this now, because I haven’t told anyone else.

No. I’m telling you, because I know you won’t listen and I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to stop sleeping on the couch.

Anyway, hope you’re doing well.

Bringing up Fear

Transmitter wrote this terribly early in the morning:

When you’re little you’re afraid of the monsters under your bed. When you get older you have to fear the monsters in your bed.