It is the ten
sion between
nervousness and anticipation
churning like an
unborn fever in the stomache
waiting to give way
to expulsion
I have these moments, when typing away (and with no drugs involved) where I feel like I’m floating a few inches above myself. These moments are often preceded with a tightness in my pelvis, an eagerness, a craving that threatens to splinter me. It is the promise that this craving will be fulfilled, that surreal acceptance of inevitability that such a thing is mine to have.