My life is smeared around me in books unshelved, clothes unfolded, bed unmade,
My life is etherised.
I float in atemporal headspace
and daren’t pierce through the filmy layer of rarefied air enclosing me.
I am enveloped, messily
Imperfectly sealed and threatening to spread, out
Amongst my possessions.
I make myself smaller.
I am not equipped to touch those things.