This past week has witnessed the death of me

I’ve been omitting words from conversations

I’ve been forgetting some letters in the words I write

Like the N in ‘Gree’

I don’t even know why I had written down the word green

I thought that today was Sunday, not Monday

And so I told my friend that it felt like today was Monday

I even lay in bed, in the dark, wondering if I’ve turned the bedroom lights off or not

My breathing sounds like white noise

I sit, and my brain feels like it has detached itself from my head

Like when you look at a 3D rendition of something, without using the 3D glasses

And you see both images, but they’re off-center

Or maybe it’s just the wall that’s slanted