Trespassing violence; I take what I can from the night. I hate to be self-righteous, but I need to take what I can and leave, even if I leave with only emptiness. As hollow as the eggs I eat for breakfast and the reflections of myself in storefront window panes, the buoyancy is with squared off gray shadows. With disappearance.

Suffragette collapsar, racial biases. Stupefaction. Most misleading, I spill my guts on the pavement walking away, like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel. Walk in a straight line to the tower in the forest; a fortress. Here among the shattered glass and used condoms, I exhale out the world becoming fractals.

For two rainy Tuesday’s I eat a clock radio for dinner. The box fan is on high and I can’t sit still. Night falls like an allegory in the silence I sculpt in. Trespassing.

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Inna Fable is water. You just might see them in front of you & you just won’t know it. They could be serving you your breakfast or dinner, stocking your groceries on the shelves; smiling at you as they hold the door open.