a girl wakes up and finds
she has been dislocated, there is
something in her place,
something shivering.
her lungs become bellows, breaths
become gasping, her mind
creaking and swelling like
an old house flooded with water.
she spends her days with
an opening in her chest,
a door wrenched from hinges.
it is easy to forget herself, and she
does. a goldfish memory. a sight
of the moon, a balloon drifting
full in the sky. she dreams
that it gets caught in her throat
some days, she does not wake up at all.
a door without hinges to swing open
is not really a door
anymore.
