Poem 3

In this note, I wrote that,

some time after the inciting incident,

I politely lost my mind,

spiritually shed my skin,

and plunged into lakes

coated in ice sheets.

It's easier to think

when disrobed of

trivialities

physical touch numb

emotional touch numb

cognition numb breathing numb

heads, shoulders, knees, extremities.

Tell your loved ones you love them, whether you have

capacity to believe it.

When I sunk,

with skinless fingers I touched the bottom

ground zero

but with rasping, useless breaths

reminded my lungs

there was still something left.