I can't see fast enough to catch the light.
Over and over, the blur escapes focus.
The air is viscous, visceral. Heavy water presses on me,
weighs on my lungs.
If only I could figure out which wall is the ceiling, I think I'd be OK,
but I can't move my head.
It's tethered. To a bench,
or a table, or the floor -
the straps at my forehead and chin ratcheted,
ratcheted down leaving me no choice.
No choice.
I have to open my eyes and face what's in front of me,
or close them and face what's inside my head.
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 8:07 PM UTC
I can't see fast enough to catch the light.
Over and over, the blur escapes focus.
The air is viscous, visceral. Heavy water presses on me,
weighs on my lungs.
If only I could figure out which wall is the ceiling, I think I'd be OK,
but I can't move my head.
It's tethered. To a bench,
or a table, or the floor -
the straps at my forehead and chin ratcheted,
ratcheted down leaving me no choice.
No choice.
I have to open my eyes and face what's in front of me,
or close them and face what's inside my head.