with a warning label: slightly confusing to strangers
most of this mourning, for me anyway, was spent behind some sort of screen that made all interaction take on a muffled quality, as though happening several rooms over even though it played out in front of me. i watched through a veil of fuzz, tried to piece words together that slid through and struggled through the mourning, despite waking up with relative comfort at 10 o'clock without the usual rush of nausea, dread and cold that accompanies 6am these days.