A Dentist’s Drill
airplane collisions in my head
the grinding of gears
a falling dark blue wave
washing me from head to toe
in my chest
a lack of breathe
in my legs
a surprising weakness
and in my mind
a constant shadowy physical reminder
as if i can point between
my eye and ear and say:
“there. that’s the spot. there’s the pain.
it’s small, but it’s there...that's it.”
and it goes away
only in sleep