I have taken to walking through
parking lots with my eyes closed.
I usually get about ten steps in before
the panic starts and my lids revolt.
I’m hoping this will teach me to appreciate.
To have one less thing I take for granted.
In one pocket I carry an accusing finger.
In the other an empty palm. Do you hear
that buzzing sound too? Do you see
dark shapes at the edges of everything as well?
If the dose of poison is small enough
you can build up immunity over time.
We are all made of sparks from dead stars.
It’s a shame we don’t remember exploding.
I’m so tired and I don’t understand
anything anymore.

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