All of a sudden
I understand
what has been happening to me
over these last months:
my hands and feet still work
as they always have but feel
stiff and needle-filled, oddly
dry when they are wet,
chilled and dripping
though I stand on dry carpet,
so I have Stopped Trusting them;
whether I encounter
once-beloved faces in person
or in newspapers lying
in the street, they all seem
gray and obsolete and
I have Stopped trusting them;
I lie often on the couch
ranting into cups of weak coffee
as days have become weeks
have become months;
I have stopped counting down
to birthdays, holidays, and
other special occasions,
letting them go unmarked as
I have stopped trusting in them
for anything more than
betrayals of my hope
and memory.
Now I have squeezed all this
into my core and pressed it
hard into a ball and felt it
go nuclear and spread its heat
into all my limbs.
What will follow
will be a blinding light
as I burst from within.
This is how I will
become at last a sun.
You shouldn’t stand
so close. In some faraway
world, some far-ahead time,
I may yet be hailed as a star
but right now, right here,
there will be only burning
where I once stood;
that is one thing
in which I still trust.