After I left Tom, I rented a house next to a cemetery. My mother offered to help me move. Standing in the gravel lot where I parked my car, she regarded the one-story clapboard partially hidden in ... [+]
my foot keeps twitching my mind is blank and numb
this air is dry and humid still and full of movement
don't disturb this madhouse pls it's my sanctuary
silence seems like it slices through sound
auditory senses in the here the now
a brief respite.
my eyes droop
these cushions soft
my blanket toasty.
my eyes droop
a padded room,
a straitjacket.