WEDNESDAY: COMPLEX PARTIAL SEIZURE THREE
I velvet brained
into the cloud hanging steady
within the bus’s window.
She hunched around porcelain eyes.
Her thoughts came to me as if through headphones:
Who do you think you are to make me stare at you like this?
Drop your eyes and show some respect.
Ah yes, yes. Of course. She had witnessed
automatisms which had imprisoned her mind
between two instalments of my consciousness.