Tagged: numb

we lose track, lose touch,

we lose track, lose touch,
can’t find our way back to one
another, stumble

towards purpose, meander
for a meaning, hands growing numb

whether we like it

whether we like it
or not, we are exposed to
the paralyzing

virus of complacency –
the shows must go on and on

this morning, the right

this morning, the right
elbow cancelled our date, asked
the fingers and arm

to pull the cover over its
skull, wished the rest of us well

let it be a double-,

let it be a double-,
no, triple-
feature afternoon,
allow our minds
to run numb,
up and down the
staircase of
our scariest
perhaps even
trip on a
landing or
two, free falling

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: staircase

i negotiate

i negotiate
spaces as if i were free
or a hostage – the

switch is only available
when i am sufficiently numb

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: negotiate

it turns out that our

it turns out that our
arms cannot keep one
another’s dragons
at bay. the evenings
are the hardest, as we
climb into bed, carrying
this new weight. the
mornings are the hardest,
as we wake up most
vulnerable, bracing
for a bruising day.
the hours in between
are the hardest, as we
try out every combination
of love and resistance,
endeavoring not to harm
each other in every way

when the heart breaks,

when the heart breaks,
the body, unbeknownst
to the host,
disconnects, one, two,
maybe several
organs at a time. it
is how on day seven,
the outer shell awakes
first and recognizes
pain along the circuitry,
the stomach reacts,
two-thirds liver-less,
the spinal cord lets
go a bouquet of
nerves, and the
tongue is speechless,
numb to the touch

there’s a numbness

there’s a numbness
that comes
with holding on
too tightly –
it starts
and ends with
a prick

there is a thawing quality to

there is a thawing quality to
waking, except – instead of
melting – there is a
pulling together of atoms,
an activation of senses,
a bonding of nouns to
verbs, a slow architecture
of understanding that this,
this is waking, balanced
on the tip of numbness,
with only fractions of
milliseconds to decide
which way to fall