is a bowl
scrabbling , fighting, biting bugs.
I catch one end and shake it hard,
but only a worm slips out
hiss and cling.
To my brain.
I take a ragged breath.
“‘Breathe,’ she said, ‘Just breathe,'” she said . . .
she said . . .
My hand clamps against the trembling skull
as if to silence
My skull booms with another