It’s very much like surfacing into the real world.

Every day

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

to me

when,  it pulses.










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