the clench in my brain is like
imagination on speed
ghosts fly behind my back
my mom’s sweet white hair
the door ajar
her eyes peeking through
the pale blue casket
like an empty sky
more than once a day
I have something to tell her
she listened
even if she couldn’t remember it
five minutes later
what scares me
is swallowing insanity
in small measures
the doses will grow
until I talk to people no one else can see
until I think my granddaughter is my daughter
and I run naked on the lawn
