My memory is a sea
of dark debris
swishing dangerously
all around me,
sinking ships
with vomited bits
of metal, and wood
leaving plastic that strangles
strangers whom I’ve met.

My identity
is redefined
with fractured parts
that my past selves
multiplied and supplied;
Tiny truths of perception
that fade then solidify,
liquid lightning broth
that breaks like glass
to fill a cracked jar.

I am shattered
and reconstructed
every single day
when I go from
a conscious state to
sleeping then
back to awake.