I can’t stop pulling the Death card, and I’m exhausted at the thought of what accepting its medicine entails. What more is there to lose? Clogging the drain, my hair. At the graveyard, my late friend Joe. All my remaining friendships, distant. Maybe it’s I who am untethered, afloat in the cosmos, devoid of blood and motion in my cells. I haven’t anything left to surrender.

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