monday poem 5

Dizzy with lack of sleep I catch myself about to fall down the echoing stairwell echoes of too many memories upset or worse—nauseated I catch my lunch. Maybe I’m catching something. Maybe I’m upset about the things that upset me. An oddness in the head magnifies the unpleasant facts of life and I begin to ache. I have an ache in the back and an ache in the heart.