The Disappearing Act

The sun is set and I am too aware of my heartbeat.

I close my eyes but I feel like I can still see everything.

Light from the streetlamp reaches through the window shades to nag me about the upcoming day.

I wrap a blanket around my left leg so that my bony knees won’t collide as I drift off.

I see vibrant orange through my lids and wonder how close it is to morning.

I had eight hours left when I set my alarm. Now I only have six.

Restless, I reach toward the bottom of the bed and pull the dreaming cat up to where my face is.

Maybe the rhythm of her slow breathing will lull me to sleep.

She does not appreciate being relocated, and proceeds to let me know by sneaking out of my arms and clamping her teeth onto my hand.

She slinks off the bed and silently makes her way to the door.

It’s dark enough that I can’t see her at the door, but I know she’s there.

I know because I can hear her.

She digs her claws into the bottom of the door and drags them to make a noise that can’t be ignored.

She is trying to make me sorry I disturbed her, and it’s working.

I take in a breath and huff it out before throwing the covers off and following her to the other side of the room.

I feel around for her and pick her up before I open the door.

Why is it that the room is so bright when I close my eyes, but so dark when I’m trying to navigate my way around?

I carry her through the house until we have reached the front door.

With the cat still dangling on my shoulder, I use my hip to push the door in while I unlock it. The door has swollen and sunken this winter, and it is impossible to unlock without pushing it into place first.

The door is open and the cat darts out. I close it behind her, only bothering to twist one of the locks back into place.

I don’t really wonder what she is doing out there and I find my way back to my bed, more alert than before. If that’s possible.

I have a million things to think about, and I try to think about all of them at once.

It’s not very effective.

My mind settles on the topic of what I will wear tomorrow.

I have the dress picked out. It’s new and it has little daisies printed all over it.

I wonder if I will look mature, or look my age, or look sloppy…but at this point, I don’t really have a choice.

That’s what I’m wearing tomorrow.

I hope I have a pair of black tights that don’t have a massive run in them.

I have about twenty pairs of tights, a whole drawer full, but I bet none of them are plain black without a run.

And then my mind goes to the questions. I have read them about ten times, but I’m still not sure I can answer half of them.

I always start thinking about how I would answer one, then my thoughts turn into a daydream where I’ve already got the job.

Really productive.

I close my eyes again and this time I mean it. I pile some blankets on top of my legs to block the light from outside from reaching my eyes.

It’s actually really hot, so I go ahead and turn up the fan that’s on my nightstand.

The fan is soothing, But I’m worried I won’t hear my alarm over the whir of the blades. I turn it down.

It’s so hot.

I fling the blankets off and turn onto my side, shoving my arm under my thin pillow in hopes of supporting the weight of my tired face.

I lay like that for a good long while. It must be getting late. Or getting early.

I turn onto my other side and grab my phone off the table.

4:57. Awesome.

As I set my phone back down, my index finger brushes against a little bump on the table. The rest of my fingers come together to feel it and scoop it up.

A pill, thank God.

An old sleeping pill, I hope.

I throw the chalky little tablet to the back of my throat and swallow it.

Then I wait.



Earlier tonight

Considered making cookies

No ingredients


What is wrong with cat?

Front foot caught in its collar

Choking and spitting


Holds coral with tail

Gives birth to many others

Seahorse eats brine shrimp


Saunters through sunshine

Sits on rug licking its back

Bites hard on a flea


In need of dinner

Consumed canned ravioli

Now live with regret


Dandelion puff

Time has come to blow you out

Farewell, seeds in wind


Look what time it is

The sky is dark, the moon out

Time to dream of you


One time tried to rap

Not a great experience

Rhyming is so tough


The things put on skin

Creams will not take years away

Love the life you lived


Run fingers through hair

Stuck half way down the tangles

Might go for a trim


She dashes forward

Overtaken by bloodthirst

Mind evaporates

Biting baby’s hoof

She tastes blood and she wants more

We were all frightened

She ate her baby

Compelled by nature to bite

Nature is scary


Butterfly ponders

Lands gently on bride’s bouquet

Scaring everyone


Lizard too crusty

Sheds his skin under heat lamp

Crusty but better


Wandering the halls

Which room is mine? One four five?

I want to lie down


Have you seen my son?

If you do, tell him I’m here

Waiting by that ship


Fishsticks made of fish

Sometimes made of other things

Worried about it


Kitten is content.

Found a giant lollipop

Sits by it for hours


Not too passionate

The subtle and fierce revenge

Laid out in secret


Roaming the prairie

Imagining Indians

They jingle away


A death premature

Quiet now, it’s all over

Glad it’s all over


Wasting precious time

Thinks it over, and over

Til the thought is dead


Shape moves in the dark

Light on. Get close. Is that a—

spider? That’s the worst.


Its too many eyes

Are they all looking at me?

That’s too many legs…


Buried in water

Surrounding my head in waves

Disappearing sound


Under the covers

Clandestinely consuming

My box of raisins


Bears blown by the breeze

What terrible misfortune,

streets strewn with sprinkles.


Cloaked in covert coats

Slinking slowly in the scrub

Possessed by prowlers


A lofty lady

Porch dweller, fortuneteller

Wearing medallions


I once was a ghost

I once was just a spirit

Perhaps I still am


All our heads bent down

An ironic rainy day

The sky feels our pain