light in my room
glowing on far past it's time
travelling into the night
awake
when I should be at rest

swollen, she is
suddenly holding
a burden
that is delicate
intense
in her feline way
opportunism is apparent
she looks through the open doorway

Do you remember the time
I couldn't remember
how to use a door handle
so I scrabbled at the door like a dog
til you opened it and I fell through
and collapsed on the floor
my body felled like a tree by the
fit I was having

Do you remember?

And I thought for a moment of wide-open-terror
that I would never be able to remember again,
that the neural connections would never link up again
that this would be me
for the rest of my life:
Unable To Use A Door Handle.