Holograms and Bedtime Stories

Sometimes things vanish because they don't fit into the puzzle, so they disappear as quickly as they were dropped on your doorstep. I can taste unimportance behind my back teeth and I can feel an eraser on my back always, taking a small enough piece of me that I probably won't notice, but sure enough, it's there every day. I'm so exhausted but I'm never tired enough to let my eyelids touch and pure darkness is so hard to find these days anyway. My shopping cart just wants to check out on the express line because it doesn't care what it forgot anymore. Its list is as complete as it will ever be.

-LBR