i didn’t remember anything until much later in the hospital
when they told me that i couldn’t
sleep or i might die.
i was small for my age,
and the dog was big. it gave
chase and i instinctively began
climbing the nearest tree.
i still have the image of the branch
cracking. it was a sickening sound,
as the world tumbled up. i wonder
if my head made the same noise
when it cracked against the edge
of the wall.
i can’t be dreaming. why are all the colors wrong? why am i
standing across the street from my own body? i can’t be dreaming.
a kind neighbor found me
and helped me back to my house.
i didn’t realize how bad it was.
i didn’t realize the white of my skull was visible.
an ambulance ride
a hospital stay
and five staples later
i was home.
i still get migraines.
i still think back to the way i left my body. using google maps and some photo filters, i can approximate with almost 100 percent accuracy
how the world looked to me in that moment. isn’t science wonderful?
if only it could explain
the actual experience.