The Secret of Ventriloquism

by Jon Padgett

Accept as the days and nights go by that you are a walking skeleton, an ambulatory miracle of meat. New thoughts come, but they arrive from beyond the foam, beyond the foam, beyond the foamy sponge of your brain.

“He comes through the corners. Makes you hear and see things that hurt.”

I’ve become a helpless spectator of an unfamiliar reality, unable to take any but the most trivial action.

I no longer even believe in the release of death. It is only a transition into yet another borrowed reality.

Your rather laudable lack of interest in spawning a child and spewing it out into this dung heap of a world.