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I put a podcast on and run the shower around 12:30 a.m. I don't really hear the podcast, just acknowledge the conversation in periphery so I don't feel alone. a personal, reluctant illusion. one of many. I brush my mossy mouth and stare at my naked body, cut at the mirror's edge, squeeze blackheads in shame then step into the shower, the drain’s clogged so I stand in a giant puddle and close my eyes and sigh.
Dedicated to the nighthawks who bus tables and tend bars. The freaks and miscreants. My only friends.