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Craig's Job

I’m in Inner Voice. My name is Craig. I get paid 55 an hour by the Heaven Cloud Company. We’re not angels. We’re suggesters. (Angels get paid way more.) Our job is nuanced, nudging, Exacting, and exhausting. For instance, With the moon hung high I come home to my wife: Tired, blurried-eyed and warm in bed She asks slipping into silk covers How my day was. It was a disaster. I was batting .300 in baseball terms. “Hittin’ 30% of the time babe.” I crawled in beside her With the weary weakness Of a wounded animal. “That doesn’t seem super effective.” She coiled into me with with her Wonderfully contrasting perspective. I laid on my back looking up at our Ceiling Dream Fan Rotating rapidly on the above and let out: “It’s like screaming through a cloud." “No cloud here,” she whispered at the top of my neck, Kissing me on some immaculate speck of a spot Between my neck and ear.

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