infused with a heady mix of adrenalin and caffeine.
if seen from a distance the landscape seems to waver
daily events cup reality and unreality like a mirage
Is this a real thing
Is this a not real thing
The young woman sitting in front of me wears a loosely knit black sweater
a hint of silver thread like Christmas tinsel woven with the yarn
Her tanned shoulders exposed,
epaulettes
In negative space.
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