a blow to the head,
sudden heightening
of all senses
and a simulated
asthma attack
my circulatory
system pumps
embalming fluid,
skin bristling
and motionless
at the sight of you
an image
retained in the mind
and recalled at
a moment's notice -
an image with
no name
checkerboard man
you were,
foxlike and eager
and so completely
separate
to my world
every day
an empty seat,
full of hope
and potential
and this new
illness
i could not yet
define
on that thursday
it became occupied,
quite suddenly -
a whirlwind of
aniseed with
fruity overtones
paralysis at the
proximity -
all except the mouth
which as usual
rushed ahead
of its own accord
awkward phrases
tangled gracefully
between us -
then one word
which would serve
to define my
conscious mind:
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