nothing

nothing

i don’t want to be nothing. i don’t want to sell. are you a winner, or are you yourself? nothing ever happens here and she says that’s good. “‘cause whenever something happens, it’s bad.” i might want to kill someone. but there’s no one worth it. i’m not afraid of police. i’m afraid of another me. i’m thinking about what i’m not thinking about. i’m thinking about what you’re thinking. you must be thinking . . about nothing. i’m not as sad as i sound. i’m allergic to the rugs. the rain was nice to look at, for the first five days. all the windows here are cracked. they’ve seen way too much. i didn’t ask for their help, for these compound visions. i’m not as mad as they say, it’s just my irish eyes. oh, shit, the power just went out. is it noon or midnight?