the unraveling
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ill-lit
the space cramped
i feel my way
with shaking hands

un-
familiar, earth damp
knowing i’m
not in command

of my thoughts.
the direction unknown
i travel forward
for nights on end

memories
upturned, not sown
a fork in the brain
begins the bend

folding,
like a poker hand
grip slips
the loss is real

fading food
like hourglass sand
heavy, weighted
winter’s peel

banana…
beach…
thick…
snow drift.