Stranger days; I’m so believing
of all that you say. I don’t forget
yet I feign disconnect like
I’m seldom perceiving.
It’s a terrible sweetness,
turned tart in my mouth. Still I feel it now
as I desperately down cup after cup
in the attempt to shut up the hiss in my head.
They cleanse my skin, the drink and the soap.
I’m grasping at hope.
It’s unnerving to think
about what we have said.