personality disorder

there are some mornings
when I feel the weight of my hair
pulling my head down

when I can feel gravity 
pulling down the subway when we cross the
bridge between Castle Frank and Broadview

there are some mornings 
I don't think I can get out of bed 
because the world is too real

the empty space between me 
and my fingers is filled with blankets
and the meniscus of my eyelids
is curved up instead of away