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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Said the Optimist

There was only the hum
        of the ref to keep me company,
and that unblinking eye
of the fluorescent lamp.
I couldn't sleep
while it was glaring at me
but a different set of eyes
open to stare
every time I turn it off,
          and between the two,
I preferred the one that burned
        and so I kept them on.

Imaginary people watched me try to sleep,
         watched while I lay listlessly in bed.
Imaginary ants nibbled on my skin
and the imaginary itch was such
         that it was real
and I scratched until I bled.

The blood vanished
before it hit the sheets,
so there's still something
to be thankful for--
         
         thank god, I guess.

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