Mighty Stranger by Daniel Lucca Pujol

Double Midnight Bootsteps reverb off the floor.

Deep, wet hits Paired with the vented air and Engine whirrs (that I can feel when I press against the wall) are the only Sounds at double midnight.

Hive activity is down. Psychic calm. Sleep time.

The air is clear. The vents and motor harmonize.

I shimmy. I shuffle. I ponder, wander, and pray.

No one to respond to. Nothing to worry about.

Calm. Long. Long. Calm’s no sun rising.

Deep breaths over the yawn at double midnight.

Long. Deep breaths as the clacks splash my face Like marbles on the floor in an empty museum.

I play in my pyramid. A catacomb of a coffin.

A womb of a tomb. My Hermes Rocket.

What a world, what a world. Phunky And phantasmagorical. Just like me At double midnight.

For quitsies. Keepsies. And all kinds of play Like children. Children. Hey, It’s double midnight. Don’t hold your breath.

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