Antigraviti. I’m walking on the moon. The ground below me isn’t on Earth anymore. A strong force is pulling upward in my thighs, arms, wrist, the sides of my forehead, at each place, gentle hands are pulling my body upward. Skyward. Up. What is such a word? Gravity. But that’s down below. So its obverse, antigraviti then. And now, my bones have abdicated the soul. The crackle at each wall, corner, door and I swivel my way through. now my pen can’t go up the page. Ok. I can’t hold my hand down. The hands are firmer now. Only on muscles. No bones.
I reach for my phone. Now the force is to the left. I’m being held back in a comfortable prison of comfort. Whatever I do, a force shifts thatward.