In Forgetting (poem)

For a moment or a day I forgot that I was breathing,

           and in forgetting, dammed doors burst

           letting forth demon horrors of the world:

                    fantasies drummed by a 24 hour Post

                    and the cold wind’s whisper of a fierce and violent frost

(out there)

But when that moment ended,

             and my breath was once more near,

             I returned back to my body

              and dissolved away the fear. 

07/24/2012 12:18 PM 

Jacqueline Norheim’s Apt.

Bernal Heights

San Francisco, CA