Lately I’ve been retreating too often to the space
You stare into when the dentist excavates a cavity.
Confrontation but a weak and dying animal in need of
relief.
Eyes batting away when they should be cold
Ears melting away
Trying everything they can to avoid
The mind inside
A bulldozer
Straining to push new dirt over the unwanted stimulus
that streams in through the senses and, like a virus,
tries to embed itself