Sticker Shock

i felt like this today and a lot of other days and i guess tonight it just pulled itself in long gooey strands through my fingers

I look down at my trembling arms, hands covered

in drying sweat even though the room is cool, my grasp

on reality barriered by palms refusing to s

        t

  i

       c

            k

to anything, i look up and my gut wrenches

free, my mind  p u l l i n g  in the etisoppo direction,

and i feel like a sticker that’s lost its s

    t

i

     c

k

(nothing

but a

lapse

in the monologue oftimeand space )