Strangeness Upon Waking (poem)
How strange it is to wake;
and watch now with racing heart
pursue dead light across the landing
eyes agape with body full of terror
the black and white fear of dogs in thunder\
and somewhere in the night\
to be comforted
to walk downstairs\
and see the candle lit in front of mirrors\
how strange and unsettling
is that mirror
You are a mouse being fed to a snake\
leaning into yourself in the coming days\
Each self like days out measured
stretched out in weird infinity\
this strangeness upon waking
as if one is about to lose their body
and days and months make strange shapes in the brain\