I never actually existed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s clear as day.
No one was awake and I was hungover young as clean as a piano.
You and the cat wish I were baking pumpkin pie and we were happier.
won’t you celebrate with me that every day has tried to kill me
Not the Olympics, the guard said. Just chuck yourself down the tube.
You slouched on the couch, naked, in front of the air conditioner.
“O youth! The strength of it, the faith of it, the imagination of it!”