I am impassive
I comb my hair
Which has more tangles than usual
I put on a shirt
Torn and as green
As my eyes are
I got up
Too quickly
The world is spinning
And bright spots
Dance in front of my vision
My heart is beating
Hard and loud
In my back
And my chest
And between my ears
These are not metaphors
Or a description of my feelings
These are facts and I
Am impassive.