Awakening, I always suffer
an
excess of worldIt seeps in
where two walls meet, that seam
and
inflates my thin membrane
(by accident)
It creeps under
what remains of my toenails
Last night's crusted blood
Once, I moved
too quicklyMy legs, limp, still
deflated
stayed tangled in the blankets
for hours
Swelling and thinningbetween the world and itselfsorry to be
in the way