Signals

I blinked and the hallway got longer.

Scary thoughts can hurt me

My shadow looked tired before I did; maybe we share the same shift.

I said what hurt and felt the room fracture clean.

Forgot what I was worrying about; worry re-sent the memo.

Monday felt like placeholder text in a calendar.

I turned shower steam into clouds of possibility.

Even the light bulb groaned when I switched it on.

My smile felt counterfeit in the dim glow of the screen.

Time zones feel like alternate universes sharing a fridge.