There’s no more music
from the home across the street.
The blinking light’s no longer blinking at me.
In the middle of the night
an onset of consciousness,
suddenly drowning under
a wave of unhappiness.
Strange how the moonlight
feels like the glow from my laptop.
Weirder still….Is that my laptop?
Oh, beautiful seeping-deeper sadness,
please remind me of your most desperate address.
I think I’m sinking, or dreaming? Or tired.
She said I’m a liar?
Every thing’s the same, but this tension is strange.
I need to pee, but I think I can hold it.
Two hours later, I should have peed.
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