Digital Sky

A Poem by B. Stearns

Of confronting Dissociation.

You’ve got me deep down in the trenches
And I’m not sure who you are
What you’ve done with me
Or wherever you’ve put me
I can’t think of you
But you’re there
In that gray space
Even when I’ve got everything to think about
Watching a friend smile
And I’ll close my eyes
Hearing the sounds of plastic
And water
You steal my dreams away
What I wish to write
And at the bottom of every sentence I read
I hope I’ll find you there
See you clear
As if the backdrop were the sky
And I’ll pin you to the stars while I’m sleeping
Drag a knife across your throat
And I’ll hug you
And I’ll cry
Because I just couldn’t do it.