Waffle Poem

listening to bill evans at 3:12 am darling, one side of me is a waffle the other side of me is also a waffle how did my parents

come up with this...this me... it wasn't procreation it wasn't sex it was zen dominoes i've been alive long enough to live off my reputation... what they know about me what they heard about me what they believe about me... like a wind moving through a room i don't exist, not in the sense, darling, that you mean exist... i am only myself in the description of myself reputation, darling, that's where ghosts come from... haven't you noticed? there is no ghost without a ghost story.... time, space, forceful events they all press in on me and i'd rather not exist life in a waffle iron...

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