Self Talk

 

I lied down in my own feces, exhausted from conversations with myself.

I waited while people looked through the window of my cell

And sprayed canisters of perfume through the space of the floor and the door.

I said to myself, in the depths of paranoia, “Why are they looking at me?”

I answered, “Because I am God’s gift.”

And they walked away.

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