Nothing Goes Away
An object in time travels if and only if the difference between its departure and arrival times, as measured in the surrounding world, does not equal the duration of the journey it undergoes. In this place, the soft grey shawl and my knitting project are on my Anthropologie quilted bed.
Amnesia & Medical Visits
As is common with lengthy hospital stays, I was attached to the bed through my hardworking IV pole. And a built-in bed alarm. Then, on my last couple of days, I was released from the alarm. YAY! I was able to, with IV pole in tow, go the bathroom all by myself.
Hemochromatosis, Life & Alcohol
After I died and forgot who I was, people kept telling me I was an alcoholic. I couldn’t remember anything else about who I was, and I literally prayed every day that I would die, so drinking quickly became an innate part of what was left of whatever I’d been.
My Worlds Of Words
Like a lot of people, I wake up every morning. I'm sure this is true because I'm alive. Again. I'm in a living room, on a sofa. Staring at my hands.
The Brain — is wider than the Sky
Every day, exponentially expanding, are my thoughts. I then forget them.
