I sit soundly in your chair

I slept

like an

unclean

pig

in a blanket.

Oink.

I fly

as birds

do

where

they will.

I’m

dead

like

a tree

trunk

filled with

termites.

I revel

in your

private

obliqueness.

it is mine

to unravel

as I will.

I straighten

my mind’s

eye

seeing

what you

see

at your

fingertips.

I sit

soundly

in your

chair

and laugh

at the

spider

crawling

up

the wall,

for he

knows

things I

never

will

understand.

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