losing our grip on purpose

By Sam Floyd

If trauma stops
the brain-clock
then you’ve got

exactly what?

Well, when the
seconds go and

slam into the
minutes, then a
knot of hours,

years and
mornings that
you know

occurred will
not move on
as moments

should.

And then
the trauma

trainwreck in
your brain will
alter everything

you understood
as time.

Then

time’s just
dreams you
can’t explain

but find yourself
encircled by
each night,

like what was
time has turned
into a space

you never leave.

Then time is
always right

beside you or
above you like
the face of

someone you
can’t see but you
know they took

all your trust in
time and space
away.

 

Sam Floyd lives in the Crescent Hill neighborhood of Louisville, Kentucky. He is a recent graduate of the MFA program in creative writing at Eastern Kentucky University’s Bluegrass Writers Studio. His work has appeared in Little Somethings Press, Heartland Review, Oyster River Pages, Matchbook Press, and other publications.