When I’m asleep,
after four minutes
my molecules disperse
around the universe.
They float about until
they realign in the morning.
But they don’t quite fit together
the same way,
which means that every time I awake,
I’m a slightly different person.
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Henry Bladon is based in Somerset in the UK. He is a writer of short fiction and poetry and teaches creative writing for therapeutic purposes. He has degrees in psychology and mental health policy, and his PhD explored connections in literature and mental health. His work can be seen in O:JA&L, PureSlush, Tuck Magazine, Mercurial Stories, The Ekphrastic Review, and Spillwords Press, among other places.
Photo: Zoltan Tasi
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