disembodied.

it was my own voice
that called me from sleep
she said
"you're not happy"
sounding much
like my mother
but it was my own
voice
i know it 'cause
it's nasal and
impolite

my eyes gasped open
towards the window
a harmony
of chemicals and clouds
was the sky
i looked for the sun
from planted cheek
and winced,
lifted my head only
to turn the other way.