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The Lamp Post

There was a lamp post, just one, in the middle of a field at night— no road leading to it, no fence surrounding it, just light standing there like a question no one asked, glowing for no one. The ache in my chest opened wide when I saw it— a hollow, bottomless thing, like longing without direction, and I fell in. I thought: If that’s the light, then I must be lost in the outer darkness, and didn’t even try to move toward it. Sleep claimed me for nearly a week, dragged under by a gravity no one else could feel. Until one day a song on a distant radio broke through— The Eggplant That Ate Chicago. It was so ludicrous I snort-laughed—once— and the dark cracked slightly, just enough for air. Then I unwound my grave shroud and breathed.

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Date: 6/5/2025 5:50:00 AM
So interesting! Lost in the outer darkness, until a laugh upset! We all need a good laugh, even a hiccup! Hugs!
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Roxanne Andorfer
Date: 6/5/2025 6:18:00 AM
Thank you, Kim! May your day be filled with laughter!
Date: 6/5/2025 5:41:00 AM
Definitely not your usual run of the mill poem. The eggplant that ate Chicago? Just enough levity to lighten up this surreal write. Very cool
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Roxanne Andorfer
Date: 6/5/2025 6:20:00 AM
Thanks, Tom! Honest to God, The Eggplant That Ate Chicago was a real song by Dr. West's Medicine Show and Junk Band, and I've never heard it again since that night.

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