A Momentary Lapse of Existence

the light orange
I haven’t left my apartment in a month and I’m not a recluse

but I’m reading Thomas Pynchon half-naked after
barely a workout
breaking and breaking and breaking

Under a sun lamp
in too-worn flannel not glistening
Overly assured

And I’m listening to the new strokes album
On youtube

feeling like something

For almost a moment, I don’t think I exist.

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