While bending to plant myself
on the back corner of the kitchen floor
in order to clean the litter box
I watch myself lose the thread
and the balance
and now I’m lying down.
Becoming aware again,
face to face with the shit
this way, I can’t imagine
getting up again and no one
is home to help me change my mind
about lying down.
Maybe it will all hit the papers — the part
about being alone, the part about how many days
had passed and then some lines about
who they want to think I was before it happened.
No one, really, should stop to care about such things.
In the end, like everyone, I’m caught lying down.
There isn’t a lot for them to say
beyond that, so it’s your turn. Pretend there’s
something profound in the way
I will be found: smiling, you can
say — or maybe not. Eyes open,
or maybe not. Lying down, definitely.
I may hear you speak of this
from wherever I am, or I won’t
and even the idea that I still will be who I was
is likely just more of the same shit
I’m looking at right now from the comfort
of the cold ragged linoleum where I’m lying down.
This, though: there are things down here
I never saw before this moment. I see
long assumed truths and falsehoods
swept up in light and changing. Even the shit’s
changing, as is the light itself around me. I will not
call it beautiful yet. Right now, I’m just lying down.
April 25th, 2022 at 9:00 am
Face to face with the stuff …
….. just more of the same stuff …
Even the dark stuff’s (matter?) changing …
Otherwise I love it.