a human. for now.
I open the door when I drive. I need the leg room.
The Phantom Replica stared at the lava lamp while headbanging. There was no music. Just a hamster running on a wheel. His bedroom was covered in fake wood paneling. Artificial plants on the window sill. Clouds painted on the ceiling. The loneliness sat on his bed and smiled. It didn’t need an invitation. The hamster stopped running. It was asleep. He screamed in its face. It woke up and shoveled food in its cheeks. The Phantom Replica wrapped his hands around the lava lamp and let them burn.
The Man sat in the next room.
“What’s with all that banging?”
The Mad Lady gazed through the keyhole into the Phantom Replica’s bedroom. She watched the skin bubble on his hands as he plowed his head repeatedly into the fake wooden wall.
If you see someone with a leg dragging down the street while they’re driving, that’s me. I like it there. So don’t touch it. You weren’t going to anyway. I know you.