I practice magic in the night.
A dark art,
I clean the catbox.
It's better this way.
I can't see all the things I've missed.

I run my bathwater in the dark.
The light burned out a long time ago.
Knowing that, even tho I've strained the water,
Not seeing all the impurities I've missed,
Will help me lean back, and relax better.

My mind is quick.
It works too fast.
The smoke and mirror,
The slight of hand
Helps divert my eyes,
Distracts me deeper into the illusion of some nice reality
That I can bear
A little longer,
Because I do not know all the things I'm missing.

-jenn