Why I Write, Part x+248: The Unheeded Landlord

It's the thing that makes my output seem lazy.

It's the thing that makes me hope there's no such thing

As psychics or psychic phenomena,

Because I wouldn't want anyone to hear.

It's the thing that makes my eccentricities seem usual.

It's the infestation. It's the worm.

It's that phrase that cannot exist outside my head

and will not cease to exist inside it.

I want it gone by morning.