I broke away from my soul a few months

ago.

The hemorrhage lasted for weeks

And in the end my soul remained on the outside

mewling in the bed with teddy bears.

Ever since, I wake up a few times every night,

And I start looking for myself in the next room

From where I can hear the wailing.

I keep trying to gather myself,

To put myself on paper, the way that I am:

My body is completely transformed

And my mind is functioning bit by bit

Under a strict schedule,

During naps.

Something is moving outside of me

Disturbing my insides.

I have to boil a cup of peas and wash t-shirts.