I am the rushing in
                              my stopped     ears

I am the stone in my stomach
                                        sinking

I am the glass half-empty
                                   emptied
                    by half

I am the first drunk day
                                   dizzy     the sun still up

I am the memories
                         that spring like traps

               as I walk through the house

I am the memories that crumble
                                             like old bones

                                                       lifted to light