Instinctively, I grabbed my arm.
But, grabbing wasn't so easy, and I think I messed up a little.
Because my hand passed right through.
And I realized it was happening again.

It takes a moment.
It always does. I have to,
y'know, realign myself to the right mental frequency.
But once I do, everything falls into place.

Well, "falls" is kind of an exaggeration.
I have to, well, snap the bones into place.
Oh, and the tendons have to be
stretched, which hurts a little bit.

And when I put my skin back on,
sometimes my lips catch on my teeth,
or I'll scratch the inside of my arms
with the tips of my fingers.

But, hey, at least it's better than the alternative.
I've been around the block. It's scary.
The worst part is when you hear the footsteps
that shake the house, and your doorknob jiggles.

That's why you lock the door.
But that's too much to think about. I much
prefer to leave my body in the wash.
It makes it so much easier to leave everything else behind.