The ceiling hangs so close I could touch it with my hand The bed drifts toward the northwest the ceiling floats along, an unsteady canopy Dulled pain gathers all my awareness and lays it on the pit of my stomach like a rock I open my eyes...
Sketch: Vol. 47
, Article 2.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol47/iss2/2