Dis-reality:
after our meeting I just want to sleep- sleep for days let the drowsy drop over me dark falling heat rising -where nothing matters as my brain falls into autonomic response inhaling-exhaling my troubles slipping to an overinflated colorless world where disaster and sexual encounter loom around fuzzy edges of disreality I’ll wake to three precious minutes where I remember nothing
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AuthorErin is a doula, writer, mother to men, and teacher on permanent hiatus. She loves how writing connects us and thrives on the bright edges of human experience. |