gets in the way of this
other world.
this unconscious world
full
of yesterdays
waiting at the door to be
remembered
and let in,
to be written down
and read.
but there's this real world
too.
the one we work in.
the one we need to take the
trash out in.
to do the laundry.
the bills.
to bathe and eat and shave.
we need
to say hello to the neighbors.
we need to be normal
in this world,
to smile and wave, to pretend
that everything
is really okay.
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