Every time you ask me why
why I won't be out West
with you
and the cowboy hipsters-
I have no response.
I am rather stuck here
in some liminal space
that I had painted exactly
fif-ty per-cent grey
to remind me that
I am somewhere
between light/dark.
Unable as it seems
to make any decision-
I lie on the grey carpet
(which is stained and matted)
staring at the ceiling fan.
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