What do you do
When the voices in your head
Are louder than the here the now
When the things she said
Are out of proportion
A paperclip
In a hot air ballooon
Through mist but clear they land
She can’t hear how words chime on the other side
Rolls of thoughts like
Fog like fear
One day: let’s do this
Let’s meditate/elongate/radiate
Positivity
Do better avocado yoga
Tofu -na-na-na
I’ll have brighter skin
My son will only like wooden toys
The dog will play in the sunshine
And we’ll all wear white muslin
It tires her.
And the smallest fragment of the beyond fog
Hurts her
A blank calendar
Inbox filled with corporate cheer.
Silent walls.
A no-one to anything.
So the fog drifts down again
And good-looking ghosts leap up
Surround her
With comical dilemmas, emotional struggles, intense connections.
A full to the brink life lived.
She chooses to not think for a moment, a year,
A no-one to anything.
Stefanie Moore 