Giving a nod to compartmentalism
During the day I try to compartmentalize death, adoption, work, me, T – and then I get in bed at night and toss and turn and close my eyes to see monsters appearing out of the walls with lots of talking going on – rolling around with my mother the weighty-est subject on my mind, I slice through work and then proceed to adoption and I trespass over relationships that include T and everyone else in the world and then I find myself waking, panting, in the dark, feeling as if the next day is going to steamroll over me if I don’t get some sleep.
Just exactly how do you compartmentalize?