mint.

It was brain sleep

Beautiful dreamless repair

But woke

not where my head had lain

nor (where had) the remainder of my being.

I surveyed. The room still on its side

Said nothing.

Stood and so reminded to breath

Inwards rushed the elements unseen

As backdraught thick and stripping, outs.

Furniture, fittings, walls and their cousins

Uprighted violent then tauntingly

Paused .

My pins trollyed.

The dresser inched forever forward

Over his shoulder, the mirror offered no answers

Fewer compliments

And with subtlety,

mocked my forehead's fabric branding.

Behind me and slowly, the door

Slid his hand in mine but betrayed by his hinges

announced a guest

And on my way down

I noticed

a crab sandwich had been looking at me sideways.