I will fill in my trail.
No one will find me.
I will burn the wallpaper
and with it all the laughs it has absorbed.
I will bury an eyelash in drying concrete-
and cut my finger on a book at the library.
Surprise!
I am now immortal.
And the horror of a minute alone is mine all mine.
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