Imposter Syndrome
"imposter syndrome" here's where i once staggered home shrouded in fear, badgeless. glass bottle crash and cigarette burns fine powder turned blue and curtains of April rain unrelenting. the spot where i tripped on crooked sidewalk, slow motion It all can happen in an instant. It all can happen in an instant. This is where she hung up on me On a payphone. my last quarter here is where i spit blood on the asphalt red red and holy I don't think there's a trace of any of us now (decades later) layers of old streets: a grid, neutral. oil stains. trash. Messages on every wall, cryptic, unknowable. Roadkill. Dead architects of a system struck dumb and migrained with bad moonshine Unblinking and detached like an old God. My new car drifts through the night in silence, an icon on a vector map its contents: a ghost of somebody else that no one ever really knew