I Love a Parade
I want to get up, but I
don’t have to. Trying
to fit everything into
denial of withdrawal.
A dog barks at the
scratch of vinyl. A
sound or an instance?
Not sure. But I found
a bunch of hidden cal-
ories in the bottom of
the sink drawer. Un-
derneath all of the
other stuff nobody
calls tickertape any-
more. Or, no: with-
drawal of denial.
