Erin Weiler
late spring 2004
My face and hands tingle and then they’re gone… numb.
I can faintly raise my chest to take in a breath.
It lies under a weight that I do not mind.
There are many levels of decibels of vibrations.
I suddenly realize my throat is dry from quick breaths
I swallow, but keep from choking and ruining it.
I can’t close my eyes from this I see
A surface like mine under me, above me, behind me
I get the courage to get a little deeper
I wince, but appreciate it.
I’ll move quicker because I can
And when the fluids run, it’s over.