Confusion reigns
Inside my brain
To much strain
Thoughts that stain
My consciousness wanes

Lights out
No murmur, no shout

My body remains
So the floor gains
My motionless carcass it retains
My mind is drained
Consciousnessis restrained

Lights out
Another bout

Eye's flutter open
Everything still floating
Reality rewoven
Body regaining motion
Soft words spoken

Lights out
Worry sprouts

Eye's full of fear
You found me here
Holding me near
My vision becoming clear
On your cheek a single tear

No time to duck or shout
Life's technical knock out

there is a boa constrictor
wrapped around my ribcage

there is an old story lodged in my windpipe
and i wish Heimlich had been a composer
so i could write it out without turning blue

i am lop-sided
but, alas
there is no one to lean on

it is heavy
(i must sit down)
where is the floor?

i long to talk to strangers
and keep my house clean
and run my hands across my husband's beard
just one more time

all i feel is a loss of circulation
my words won't reach higher than my chest
struggling to escape,
to wriggle through a sealed-off space

i cannot tell if it is my love reaching through my chest
or if it's....