“normalcy”
the days keep happening. some days require more effort; some require a lot more. sometimes i lose myself for a second and forget the day. sometimes i forget that i have to be ever watchful for the day that takes over. those are days when my eyelids turn to cups and my brain slides down through my throat to gnaw on my heart.
so i slow down. i take a broom from the porch, put on the outside shoes and push the leaves off the deck with the curled bristles. i get under the sheets, the duvets, the blankets, put all three pillows behind me and the laptop in front of me and scrunch down to look for buried treasure.
the days keep happening. sometimes, they happen to me. one day, some day again, i will happen to them.
