primordial/perishable

sweating before i open my eyes and it’s still dark when i do, though not for long.

cheeks hot like a stove left on, the dog glued to my spine, fused, my anchor keeping me from floating away.

i’m out of place in my own body this morning. missed a step and i’m falling, falling, awake —

falling always ends. wet and gasping and here.

i’m wanted somewhere. not …