It’s Been Some Time

i don’t know exactly how long

i don’t want to count days or hours

but the mess in my personal space has grown

and it’s hard to judge what was there before

or which items i can project blame upon

but i’ll start with the clean laundry on the floor

as i write it’s raining, and not a calm rain,

a rain that sounds like a fan on high

or like jumping on an air mattress with holes

i sit amongst a sea of shirts and shoes and shorts

in the dark without my glasses on

so that i won’t be able to tell the time

last night i had the nightmare where all my teeth fall out

some go bouncing on the floor, and some crumble in my mouth and the sediment slides down my throat

how should i interpret that?