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Spent my last dollars on falafel and hair dye and woke up one sunny Sunday a different person My eyes still opened my skin didn’t sublimate to strut scales and my thoughts roamed the same incongruous gray landscape I just counted dots on the ceiling with a new hue and l o o s e n e d The ladybug navigated out of an asparagus labyrinth and to my scalp (less complement, more harmony) and aided the pigment revolution Same sized pupils heard the c’s and g’s without lamenting simplicity 70-degree hibernating trees were all visions, dancing dandelions befriending the hovering spot and realizing roses c

I sucked a spider into a shop vac last week. It wasn’t intentionally malicious, accidentally so, I tell myself. He popped out of his crevice to inquire about the noise. I had little time to decide if I wanted to assault him like that, with no provocation. I imagined him swirling in little spirals down the black tube into an alien universe that smelled of mildew and being pulled into the belly of the red beast, the inescapable black hole of his existence, which I think must have a constant twister of debris, subjugating bits of dust and hapless spiders to its unknowable will. I pondered this detachedly, but he must bla

I'm just like that old woman Her gray hair thrashing her face in the storm Of a silky black, sadistic night As she walks along the stark, dotted yellow line Of the frozen two-lane highway Barefoot Exposed in a thin hospital gown Looking for herself anywhere but where she has been When I curl my cold fingers around the wheel To navigate my way 'home' Past a blur of blinking, indecisive stoplights Alone save Simon & Garfunkel Suggesting that they will ease my mind if I allow Too preoccupied with the journey to wonder where I've gone Looking for myself anywhere but where I am- We're both tired of traveling aimlessl