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The dull haze when you turn on. The only working bedside lamp. Reminds you of something distant. A memory of your childhood. When you felt a guilty knot in your stomach. For teasing the funny-sounding foreign guy,. When it was really just an amusing episode of. When late night Ab Master, Ginsu knives, and Chia Pet. Infomercials begin losing their novelty. You wait for housekeeping to arrive.

I Hereby Banish Myself to the Land of Wind and Ghosts. My innermost thoughts are armadas. And their daily sea shanties keep me up at night. Ghosts have no need for riches. I, too, am a ghost. I hit snooze, sleepwalk through life, power nap, rinse, lather, and repeat. I am a concave vessel and it hurts so bad. So I dance a minuet by myself under the ceiling fan.

In this knock-down-drag-out gladiator coliseum called life. But I often settle for less. On Kraft Macaroni and Cheese at 3 in the morning. Someday exercise bikes, ThighMasters, and rusty treadmills will collect dust. In vast gym equipment graveyards, some still whirring, clanking. Like metal pillbugs searching for someone to oil their joints.

My Mind is the Only Thing That I Know Exists. I like taking a quiet ride out into the country. Hidden in the brambles that worry me. Their songs might very well. One never really can tell.