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catnap by Aleera Sigoie
See! Random thoughts.
Trying to break the cycle. Me today.
Sometimes I believe I’m god. Or other days I’m like a withering sunflower seed drying. I hate the fucking bells that toll outside. It’s too loud. And I’m seeing lights in people. Crowds buffer by, their faces are shameful. I see the abstraction. I am the antithesis and receiver. Time is running out, you know when the horses start pacing figure eights. Sometimes I hear the world grinding underneath my feet. It resonates. I keep flipping a piece of chalk over. Sometimes I write names on the kitchen wall in blood from dead fish I bought at the Chinese market. I like copper pots and writing numbers on my forehead.
1…1…2…3…5…8…13…21…34…55…79…134…213…347…560…907…1467…
That’s one of the most famous number sequences. Fibonacci.
Remember that. Also remember the word latchkey. And a sepia photograph of the moon in the daylight sky. You want to see the codes? There are keys in this. They tell me so. We can destroy everything. I’m god again and walking out the door. And coming back through. The all-devourer can see me. It will take back everything. A rock badger. Ponds like sand.
We’ll start here.
We always start here.
We always seem to end here.
I’m sleeping.
Wake up.

Original Release: May 2005, Version I
Section: Mind-Fuck & Hive