soniacookbroen
fingers searching
my fingers are searching through the dark to find their spaces and dots and dashes
i’m drinking and stumbling like a sailor
wits end whose beginning i cannot remember
the words fall out of my mind and scatter upside down
all over the table
i’m scrambling to pick them up
to make some order
it is meaningless
all of this
words emerging and then receeding
forming
distorting
everyone is going crazy
including me
let us out
the rain is causing dismay again