persecution complex
By benafim
Persecution Complex My living room faces a large wall full of windows, people are spying on me, asking themselves:”Why does he live alone? Has his wife left him? Is he gay?” I want to draw the curtains but don’t like to be rude, so I switch off the table light then draw the curtains, but they are flimsy, offending light seeps in snakes around wanting to know everything. Cover curtains with a blanket. That’s better. Got no curtain in the kitchen though, it faces another grim wall full of windows, squat in front of the fridge, open its door; it’s like a stage light coming on, take out a carton of milk and make myself coffee. From down stairs flats I hear voices, bet they are busy talking about me. Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 19 2001 12:47 AM PST 0 • 14
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