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"Phantom Cabinet (Buddhist Pain)"

 

I reached for a dish near the sink. 

   The cabinet door reached for my head. 

I fell forward. 

    The cabinet door shouted.  

I heard a very loud sound come out of my mouth.
   
   The cabinet door apologized. 

I felt a pain shoot throughout my body. 

   The cabinet door was concerned.  

I became disoriented,
   knowing there had to be some explanation for this. 

   The cabinet door was intrigued. 

I was bewildered, for I felt no physical pain.    

   The cabinet door simply smiled. 

 

May 2020

 

   

 


     

 

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