the old routines feel strange and empty
cold coffee, yella dog, thick books
caring for sick roommates
so surreal wearing my life again
like an old jacket that feels
not wrong but different
things changed
now i share a room
with thousands of people
made of millions of words
and i’m always hungry
with nothing to eat
i couldn’t have predicted
how easily i could slide
into a new space and fit
and find home there
this makes all the sense
in the world but
nothing’s felt real
since that first descent
i’m dreaming aren’t i
i never feel
this alive when i’m awake
mattress dungeon 