In Memoriam: Joan Didion

I walked on marbles and swallowed sand

During that period of time.

That time that felt undone,

Unwound,

Deconstructing.

I walked on marbles that just kept rolling

And swallowed sands that dried me out, left me hollowed and empty.

All sensation ceased,

Except that of tripping over and crumbling amongst my own bones.

It felt endless

And made the atoms feel unbounded

Against the gravity I had relied on to always hold things together.