I closed the door
Upstairs
Alone in a room
Music turned up loud
Louder
I jumped on the bed
Thinking
All I had been before spread out inside
My head
Cataloguing
Jump, jump, jump
The drumbeat thrumming
Revising labels
Resetting perspective
What I had thought I had known
Assimilating new information
Looking for compassion for what I
Had lost
Had given away
Had secreted away
jump
Maybe I cried
You don’t know
Maybe I sobbed
It’s not certain
The door is closed
The music loud
And I let go of everything
And started again
Thinking upstairs
Until thought fled
And only I was left
And the sense of myself
Drifted away as well
Who opened the door
Who came out of the room
Who had been thinking upstairs
To loud music
I could be anyone
Now
