Eating Paint

I have been treading water for a week now

Swimming, I know how to

I forget the tiny details

I stroke enough to keep my nose above the surface

 

More and more difficult when

My head swims, drowns

Forgetting little, big things

So much lost between the mind and the reminder note

 

In my sleep, I don’t fly anymore…

Last night:

Walking around licking paint from a brush

In a hardware store, tall shelves, dark aisles

lights so far above, I can’t see their source

Avoiding help, complaining in my head that no one helps me