gone fishing

i am
distracted
to death

maybe
distracted from death

maybe

i am
numb to death
just flip the switch
to let that electric current

stop…

let it stay inside
closed up somewhere
i can’t reach
til’ it burns itself out

in the meantime
the world will be grey
and i will pull my strings
with unfailing expertise

i know how to be
when i am not really here
i know how to smile
when i am absent

hang a sign on my door

“gone fishing”

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