A buzzing. A whooshing pressure.
My body is here but where am I?
Deep inside my head
The empty seat in front of me comes back into focus
I dreamt a lacquered coffin
Now I see one
People I should know milling about
Exiled from the family, I keep a respectful distance
This poses a semantic problem for people:
“I’m sorry for… your loss?” Their loss? The loss?
I can’t process this strange mix of emotions
So I stay deep inside my head
And wait for my body to walk away
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
A buzzing. A whooshing pressure.
My body is here but where am I?
Deep inside my head
The empty seat in front of me comes back into focus
I dreamt a lacquered coffin
Now I see one
People I should know milling about
Exiled from the family, I keep a respectful distance
This poses a semantic problem for people:
“I’m sorry for… your loss?” Their loss? The loss?
I can’t process this strange mix of emotions
So I stay deep inside my head
And wait for my body to walk away
