Fetal Positioning Comforts Me Poem by Dillon Gay

Curl in the corner for relief
Mind serves better than the stimuli
Waiting here for my release
When I have found it to be here

Fetal positioning comforts me
I am lost in the void
Blackness gets to all I see
With critical views I am annoyed

Feels great with the wind rushing by
Not there, but I feel it anyway
Whispering thoughts to my brain
It will be over much too soon

I rouse from my great wakeful slumber
Once again chained with it
A realness of the numbers
Calculations not mentally lit