I'm unsure of the connections
between my sensations and
my body, this tiny euphoria
that I sense around the edges
and yet can't quite grasp onto.
I cannot feel it inside of me,
and the glow that is noticed
feels only like a tea dipped
edging upon blank paper.

I think I'm supposed to
be appalled or frightened
By this incongruity;
but in the face
of the disconnect
I can bring myself
to feel neither.