It’s very much like surfacing into the real world.
at 7:06 am
I deliver parts of myself that hurtle through trains and arrive at places I’m expected.
the ghost me strolls asleep and makes math of money the ghost me tells me I have depth debt
every night I return to the ghost me to give some physicality to the feeling
have a blood vessel i say here have a b vitamin I see you are faint And deficient
ghost me never complains
ive taken its ghost mouth with me to the above world
where I talk and kiss well meaning strangers I do things we don’t talk about or name
depth debt it gestures it lights up like a cloud
i watch the many storms pass knowing each is unique I won’t see it again and I take it all for granted. It’s all math
when, it pulses.