what do you do after you discover the coast where you're the ghost and you cant walk on water yet?
owning sheets with eye-holes, scaring children, like crawl spaces below the porch with lattice work and cob webs, the children you never had or wanted in spite of the high return on investment?
popping out of places like jobs and towns and weed strains, with silly names like the one on your birth certificate?
seeing, but not being seen, except as a name, any name, name it and own it, so it can be forgotten easily and without guilt or shame, like another earring in a jewelry case filled and filled again with incidentals?
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