The wave that corroded my
belly came and went for days without
reprise, and then nothing
until summer. I felt the sharp daunting ache of dreams
unrealized and my forehead thick with
a strange desperation, one that comes like
a thin foam over the eyes to dull
the colours of everything clean and beautiful.
I felt the ache in my spine as though a roach
had attached itself there, slowly maneuvering its way
to my brain cells. The green shutters were closed.
The past fell at my feet like a bag of hungry
worms. I held on but knew myself almost
lost in the furrows of this mangled belief.
I peeled the paint and held my breath inside
a dark intensity. I blamed the outside
then found my basket empty.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Creek Side Writing Forum”, October 2015 under the title “A Day To Recover From”
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