This Female Version of Me in My Head is Not Stuck

I can’t get her out of my head.

I mean, it’s not so much that she’s in there like the way a hermit crab refuses to come out of its shell and draws deeper in the closer you get to it. She’s not in there like that.

And in fact, now that I think about it, I’m not sure she’s stuck in there at all or that I even want to get her unstuck for that matter.

No, this female version of me is in my head the way a hot anchor is on a giant television screen in some city, where everybody looks up above the street to watch the news,

only she comes and goes like a picture with poor reception you have to smack the side of a few times in order to make stay put.

It’s not so much that I want her out of my head. It’s that she’s not in the Me Show as much as I’d like her to be.

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