its more and more apparent depth cloying, suffocating
I read that it would take my eyes exactly fifteen minutes to adjust so I drink cheap wine and wait
listening to Duran Duran and The Church
clutching the hems of my sleeves for warmth in the northern california summer
my left pocket full of semi sweet chocolate chips
and there is a nagging feeling that someone is about to sneak up on me and cut my throat
as I lean back and expose it to the night
a tiny hard crabapple plunks off the tree and simultaneously the sky awakens
each trail of light is like one of those cheesy eighties slow exposure photographs of traffic racing neon lines
I gasp with each one and remark to the nothingness "wow" or "o look"
like watching a comedy alone but still glancing to see if the nonexistent people around you are laughing too
the neighbors sprinklers snap me out of my trance and I head inside thinking of water waste
when I was a child I dreamt of being an astronaut
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