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I have always been beside myself
watching this body I slip into when I don't feel like drifting she is me I am them when spirits drift too close I leave here relive another life in another time the only sure thing is that every trip ends in death the only way to come back to my body is to remember some benign but poignant memory only I lived me in my twenties as a waitress at a diner too sad to wait on people I spend my meager tips of change on the juke box playing old sad songs while the food gets cold on the counter tumbling through space and time I fall into this body that I reject each day this is how the dead live when they can't move on each day is an eternity where they travel from memory to memory only to come home to a body buried to a body burned to a family that has forgotten them they wander until they find a place to rest right now they are resting here with me knowing that I am reckless restless escape is just a thought away they feed me memories when I don't want to remember my own and I give them a home
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June 2023
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