The first time I came out of myself it was not how they had described.
A hum under the surface, weighted and distant.
Holding doors open for
people, hoping they’ll open too
and embrace her,
Talk to her, thank her.
the telly has given its verdict:
the world is too big to be contained in its chest
and it cannot find a colour for its own blood
so what else but spirited away?
The dog loves it!
She finds bottles full of human urine
or a half-full coke can
and tears off over the horizon only to return
sticky and licking her stained lips.