Epicenter – O F Cieri

April 4, 2020

I have not left my room in days

My dreams are vivid

With nothing to dilute them, the architecture of my subconscious appears in sharp focus

My plants, my crystals, my string lights,

My bookshelf against the wall

I keep thinking “I should”, and then I don’t

Ambulances scream past my window all day

I am the calm in the storm