Phase

And after it had stopped screaming
I got up and I went to the shops—the library.
I had a bit too much coffee: that was OK.
I didn’t think about everything I had done wrong.
I did not think about all the experience—not this day.

I went about my life letting shivers come, their tiny vibrations
Easing me back to silence and safety: I am slowly

Not remembering any of it. It is wonderful to meet you.
How have you been?

I’m doing well, thank you.