Orle 11/26
…and I owe so much money that it aligns around my bed at night and outlines my body in little dashes so that when I am gone my body will still be there a murdered shape hovering over the blankets…
it will come to stand in for me and it could even go about my life for me…
go to work and stare into the eyes of companions and no one will know the difference that these floating dollar signs bring to the table will the shape speak to people in different tones will it only talk in decimal points…
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