of my bed, I didn’t have to wear
jeans or jammies or even panties.
Naked, in that cool tangle of cotton
sheets, I felt myself slip far, far away,
deep beneath an indigo ocean. Down, down,
into a silent, lightless land, and there, in the darkness
I found my Adam.
Funny thing, your brain,
how it always functions on one
level or another. How, even stuck in
some sort of subconscious limbo, it works
your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart;
in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it
to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if it’s the
same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing
as brain death?
Silence
shook me awake.
I groped into
consciousness
room dark,
blinds closed,
shadows
undulating in
air-conditioned
waves.
Midday,
I thought, house
emptied
of people,