ENGL 2503 – WORKSHOP EXERCISE ONE
“I’ve never told this to anyone, but I live in my head and not my body.” Kali the insatiable black princess dances with one shoe crushing glass underfoot her dirty blue black hair her acne her fishnet stockings she says: “No one has ever let me out of their sight Audrey, that’s why I can’t take care of myself. I don’t know how. No one ever lets me out of their sight, so don’t you dare leave me my kitten or I’ll cut your throat while you sleep.”
Cigarette smoke follows her everywhere her blue grey guardian angel. She sleeps through the morning an unconscious state of reptilian anaesthesia. There are no tricks up her sleeve and she suffers bouts of absinthe induced amnesia. She bites her lip snarls out of sharp bright blue eyes. I remove her silver adorned paw from my crotch. “I’ve got a bad disease princess. Freedom is in my blood.” I tell her frankly, offering a cigarette the third last one in my packet.
“I warned you my child…yes yes I warned you and you said yeah yeah yeahs and you did play cool with the agreement. We agreed upon no expectations no infatuations and no regrets. Just the plates we’re tastin and we gets intoxicated and we laugh and grin when jissom spills out onto a colourful vibrating glistening wasteland. We flip a coin see who fuck who.” She squirms on her seat and bares her sharp extended canines in a manic hungry grin and I scratch at my chest wounds under my t-shirt. “You wanna live this lifestyle baby safe and fun or are ya gonna soon know the park bench in victoria square? You know the churches in this city close their doors on the homeless? You gotta learn how to take care of your own self cause I only known you two weeks girl and I gotta get back to mindin my own business sugar…now don’t worry your pretty head cause we’ll play again sometime for sure baby some other time.”
She falls of the bar stool, valium catches her before she shatters, sparks fly metal rhythms crash around her. “But you are my punk boy my boy toy my bundle of gluttony lust and joy! I’ve decided that I want to be a dominatrix. You will be my plaything. You will be my canvas. It’s the job of my dreams for fucks sake and I’ve been swimming towards it all my fucking life! And don’t you try and tell me how to just keep breathing cause I know whats what!” Kali picks up a jug of beer and pulls it to her lips. The bartender flashes me a disapproving smile. “This is this!” She slams the empty jug down and flourishes a cigarette. “Don’t think for a minute that you’ll scare me Audrey cause nothing does you know. Its all bullshit and lies and I know cause i started drinkin when I was seven.”
I soon leave the dreary stale timelessness of the pub about three hours before Kali calls me from the payphone outside the building. She’s lost in the concrete jungle without money, phone or identification. I’m her only contact my home phone number scrawled in black texta on the inside of her thigh.
Audrey Autonomy 2005
Cigarette smoke follows her everywhere her blue grey guardian angel. She sleeps through the morning an unconscious state of reptilian anaesthesia. There are no tricks up her sleeve and she suffers bouts of absinthe induced amnesia. She bites her lip snarls out of sharp bright blue eyes. I remove her silver adorned paw from my crotch. “I’ve got a bad disease princess. Freedom is in my blood.” I tell her frankly, offering a cigarette the third last one in my packet.
“I warned you my child…yes yes I warned you and you said yeah yeah yeahs and you did play cool with the agreement. We agreed upon no expectations no infatuations and no regrets. Just the plates we’re tastin and we gets intoxicated and we laugh and grin when jissom spills out onto a colourful vibrating glistening wasteland. We flip a coin see who fuck who.” She squirms on her seat and bares her sharp extended canines in a manic hungry grin and I scratch at my chest wounds under my t-shirt. “You wanna live this lifestyle baby safe and fun or are ya gonna soon know the park bench in victoria square? You know the churches in this city close their doors on the homeless? You gotta learn how to take care of your own self cause I only known you two weeks girl and I gotta get back to mindin my own business sugar…now don’t worry your pretty head cause we’ll play again sometime for sure baby some other time.”
She falls of the bar stool, valium catches her before she shatters, sparks fly metal rhythms crash around her. “But you are my punk boy my boy toy my bundle of gluttony lust and joy! I’ve decided that I want to be a dominatrix. You will be my plaything. You will be my canvas. It’s the job of my dreams for fucks sake and I’ve been swimming towards it all my fucking life! And don’t you try and tell me how to just keep breathing cause I know whats what!” Kali picks up a jug of beer and pulls it to her lips. The bartender flashes me a disapproving smile. “This is this!” She slams the empty jug down and flourishes a cigarette. “Don’t think for a minute that you’ll scare me Audrey cause nothing does you know. Its all bullshit and lies and I know cause i started drinkin when I was seven.”
I soon leave the dreary stale timelessness of the pub about three hours before Kali calls me from the payphone outside the building. She’s lost in the concrete jungle without money, phone or identification. I’m her only contact my home phone number scrawled in black texta on the inside of her thigh.
Audrey Autonomy 2005
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