I was in a desert when I woke up,
And there was no one around.
I couldn’t feel the pain,
Couldn’t feel the heat,
Couldn’t feel the hunger.
Everything looked glazed,
My mouth tasted of wet cotton,
My words came out like bits of shredded paper
Nailed to a wall of thin air.
Then I remembered...
...I could feel the pain, now.
I wore my skin like an old t-shirt from a rock concert
I never went to.
I heard you answering the five-minute voice message
I never left you.
I wrote my adulterated memories on nothing,
And crawled back to where I had begun...
...I could feel the heat, now.
I felt your hand resting on my ribcage,
saw your legs restless on the floor,
I moved around, closer to the bottom,
and then sand, and nothing more...
...I could feel the hunger, now.
