At the Bottom of a Hole

I startle in the windowless sleep room.  My call phone summons me awake.  In the darkness, I reach for and immediately find it.  From week to week, the counties, hospitals, and staff all change, but the phone is permanent.  It is always there, it has become an appendage.  My brain seems to have proprioceptively grafted the location … Continue reading At the Bottom of a Hole