I woke up at 10:30 am

my hands cold and tingled and I asked

Am I alive?

I could hardly tell if I was human

my mind had yet to tell me the

Same old same old

it just buzzed incessantly behind me as I swung

my body across the bed, my limbs aching and numb

I still couldn’t feel my hands.

Two missed messages,

my brother and my mother

Did you take your medicine?

I told them yes,

and went to take it without thought.

I clambered into the bathroom and stared with my gummy eyes

the mirror, a mass of colors that was my face

it was if I had never seen it before.

So I left the bathroom with a head still numb and hands

that I still couldn’t feel beyond the tingling cold.

and walked to the kitchen, swearing

that my cranium was

Concave

an empty, hollow shell peeled away.

When I reach back to touch it

there’s only hair.

So I grab myself a pack of

Crackers

and I sit at my dining table to eat them.

They taste like nothing but the crunch of them

soothed me.