Grand Mal

Buzzsaw sensation
right temple all
of a sudden

Forthcoming power
surge I in fear of
spin sideways

away from the sink
full of dirty
dishes peel off

the glasses
the sinkhole of my
eye sockets

*

White wisps rising
from the drier vent

dark water leaping
in the floor drain

Stable can still
same black hole

*

Divided into phases
the grand mal
seizure

repeats the lunar
calendar beat
for beat

lost consciousness
rhythmic contractions

Signs and symptoms
include a scream

*

Theo's tantrum also
called a fit
completely unhinged

the Mega Blocks
he's cramming

in clatter out

of his tiny trash
compactor

Impossible
outrage

as if life unending
were a thing

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Cameron Morse (he, him) is Senior Reviews editor at Harbor Review and the author of eight collections of poetry. His first collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His latest is The Thing Is (Briar Creek Press, 2021). He holds an MFA from the University of Kansas City-Missouri and lives in Independence, Missouri, with his wife Lili and three children. For more information, check out his Facebook page or website.