Waking Nightmare

Jostled out of the dream into a scream
diab0lo is haunting me again my fears
my right nostril is jammed shut my
left shoulder is in pain and I aware
of every physical presence of body
my belly is bloated nine months out
I ask my husband to please pump
the air our of my belly into my brain
I see the head injury that happened
to help me cope with my life of loss
he pumps the air into my brain again
and heals my broken head it is then
only them that my heart can open to
allow my own self to be compassionate
I am God on the bus I am naked and
at a loss for polite words to excuse
my state of being in this beingless
time Oh body how I love your way