There are things out to get me.
From where, I do not know
and why?
I can’t imagine but they are there;
I can hear the noises they make.
Behind our refrigerator
there is a noise that sounds just like
a bushman making click click noises
over and over
and in different tones and speeds.
There are
screams
coming from outside and
the noise of the street lamps is deafening.
I’m tired and I’m not,
I’m going in and out
signing off...
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