I feel like screaming

I feel like kicking something

I feel like my head is…exploding.

You  are…your name is…




It’s there

Buried in that sea of viscosity

That I am scrabbling about in

I can see it

It’s almost on the surface now…

On the tip of my tongue…

No…it’s gone again.

And I am standing in this room…

Looking for…

What am I looking for?

It all reminds me of my grandfather, who,

In his last tortured months,

Was convinced that somebody was forever following him about.

Then one day he spotted his own reflection in a plate glass shop window

There!, he shouted,

There he is!

Who is that man?

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