Same words recycled from the laundry mat.
3 lines. 3 times. 3 inches away.
Angel wings now- Bunny.
Who are you? (reused)
Where’s my brain? Where’s my brain?
Repeated - recycled - reused reused reused

Grains of sand billow in the wind.
Thoughts piling, trapped tightly behind the door.
Don’t take me yet. I’m not me. I’m not.
Bunny.
There’s nothing here. Nothing.
I’m walking, breathing.
Soft blanket, buzzing fan, warm candle-
Shhhh
I’m gone.