THE DISORIENTATION AND AUTONOMIC FLARES OF DYSAUTONOMIA

When She Flares

mangled to talons where she slips through the floor

Sensation of drifting, then

finds herself hands more bronzed than her own, calloused andouille fingers set crisp in cuff-links lank with hubris from arms tailored in wool.

Man’s eye in the rear view startles a crank from voice husky with bark claiming a fare near the Marigny over United Cab dispatch.

She is machismo and glint plodding fingernails over Adam’s apple as she gulps over CB and static to remember his own name over end brain. Fog like steam. Water.

Dream fades to dishes back to herself, nausea, vertigo, water faucet where an array of oranges lines the sill brocaded in sun too bright for her eyes.

Spurts of coffee ground and vomit clump to bubbles down the silver hole as she bends for the counter and drops.

A flash of pastries and a tousle of shine swatch to clops of chiffon over clogs tooled with swirls angled with destination whiffs of baklava, creme brulee, a tart through tendrils to ringlets scented Aussie candy grape in a rush.

The floor fades to mosaic blotched in slush and corn hair and eyelashes ethereal as clouds cirrus glutted in shade.

Muse and pain conjure a manicure mangled to talons where she slips through the floor in a downward urge of graphic and dragon scale spread-eagled and modest lamenting the beauty of the moon only to land with a crack on the floor of her bedroom.

Dionne Charlet was diagnosed with a benign brain tumor and dysautonomia. Both affect her writing, yet, she writes. Her poetry has won awards on Scriggler.com, and has been curated on Medium and published in ILLUMINATION, The Rebel Poets Society, The POM, Publishing Well, Ladowich Magazine, Blue Insights, thewrytr, and The Lark.