Like pasteboard, the seeping planks
buckle underfoot, marked easily
with fingernail or jagged
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am tired /
comma tired / so drowsy it aches / like a bitten tongue /
begs to heal / slowly / I move
away from my colleagues / unnoticed / I lie /
on the grass
blanket my forearm
over shadowy eyes /
There is an annoying tapping on my forehead and I awake feeling like
I burst from a bell jar, choking, my body, mouth slick with ink, no,
stalactite drip as alarm clock. A cave holds me like a womb, amniotic float, and I look to see the bronze sun peeking from the cavity’s entrance. The sky is
boiled avocado pit pink and the walls shine amber. I cannot tell
where the water I buoy in begins or ends with the reflections of
banded minerals cascading
in the echoes around me. How I was placed here, I do not know but
what I hear is the marvelous laugh, massive booming, leaking from
my throat, joyous with reckless abandon and runoff.
Novocaine gums buzzing like I’m home.
Oh, limestone; let me begin again.