Lie awake with my arms to my sides
breathing deeply or not at all
because I forget the name of my mom
the scent of my lover
and the color of my blood
I remember the call to the void
so gloriously silent
yet indiscriminately bold
in the darkness with all my lights turned on
dirt on my eyelids
cuts on my toes
an open window
nature's own prose
a battle of noise
trying to turn itself off
an unknown woman
unbearably slow
interrupted speech patterns
designed to be so
then my skin starts calling
hydrated and bruised
lends my wrists to a landline
to drag me out of the void
