dis/associate

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the mists have come,
cattle-minded and dull.                   much as i like "cattle-minded", it seems too abstract, what about "cow-brained"?
the fog obscures street signs. i,
day drunk without my drink, 
struggle to make my eyes focus,
forget where i am,
stumble and pull myself
along the rock walls.
i slip off my shoes, press my soles
to the chilling pavement.                frightening and vivid              

a girl, in the silence
of four thirty in the afternoon.
a lady in waiting - 
i am not. a lady in dread.          i was really taken in by the poem when I got to these lines; maybe my favorite
here, there. neither here           i guess i wonder if the "here" "there" adds much, but then later in the poem, these phrases come to have more meaning
nor there. a bird sings.
it could be anywhere.
the bird was blue,
or maybe red,
or maybe there was no bird.               i think you should drop the maybe in this line.

i do not enjoy this
half-boiled beggars call,                    great lines!
cup shaking between my hands.
a penny, an alm, a blessing.
my cotton-lined eyelids 
turn to wool.
each night, this
incessant itch and i push 
my palms against the walls
but they never tremble
at my touch.                                i guess there could be some confusion over "they": your hands or the walls.  i know you mean the walls and that's how I read it.  very strong lines.

i am clenched-jaw, lovesick girl,
sleep-sick woman i am — 
i would love to help you with that. 
i am trained to say it, 
deep in my bones.                      
no worries, no worries,
your face will tell me what 
to do next.
silent-raging woman, downtrodden girl,
neither here
nor there, but tying myself
with ribbon, with bows, like
a balloon or a gift,
an anchor to here
and not there. 
clever girl,
cattle-minded, dreadful woman,            see my first comment
sleep-heart-home sick — 

my soles against the pavement.
my palms against the walls. 
why do these mists not relent?
uncover and unclear path                  this is the only line that seemed really flawed; who or what is uncovering?  and how do you get from there to "unclear path".
to a distant place and i,
face to the sun, taste 
of honeysuckle, smell
of thyme, feet planted in the earth,
watch the bird who sings
its forever twinkling songs.               "twinkling"?  only failed image for me in the whole poem

i am steady in the dirt. 
my lungs are full of air.
associating.
i am ready to see.

Honestly, this seems like a very accomplished, well-crafted poem and I had to really hunt to find problems with it as a reader (but that's why we are here i guess).  I really enjoyed re-reading it while critiquing, if you can call these few notes a critique.  I would like to suggest the title be "dys/associate", so as to bring to mind other "dys-" words. 

p.s.  i like your all small caps style, a tradition in its own right