little possum plays disassociation;
i forget details, only aftermath
sore in a hotel bathtub, birth of defiled venus meets boiled lobster.
calm down they said without saying, eyes always leaving the room.
so why should this general moment feel
like that specific one,
stranger next to the coke machine,
hissed come here.
i have always written my own lullaby
about the worst day of my life,
starting with shhhhhh.
today i join a sister’s chorus
loud enough to wake the dead.