3:53am
10/2009 Joshua Abelow

it's odd in this void
in this void with nothing to do or say or write or paint or draw or
touch or feel or remember or forget
it's just like being unborn
except I'm here

here hear here hear
hear here hear here

I get lonely
just like you
just like him
just like her
just like us
just like them
just like it
and just like that
I am able to distract myself
from the oddness of
all this nothingness