sitting up,
dizzy, i
look back –
but only for
a couple sec
onds. mostly
i’m here, i’m
in the present,
or glaring for
ward (afraid,
panicky over
what i might
see?) – i
know so
well how
to solve
this. there
are ways.
but i don’t,
opt instead
to slog thru
the muck
like an
idiot.
good
grief!
scratch
that –
what
grief
is ever
any
good?
