travelling with fever
is bad for business
number all swell
and nowhere to land

so sleep isn't sleep
but waking is waking
after days and night of
this ridiculous concentration

Ah - I hate

how

you look at me :


Somewhere - between

good:

if it hurts
a little - slip

in all - this
open water:

harder breathing
out

- open
water

when

you need
it to hurt

Stuffed with Blue

Thumbs the - Sun

Pollen - grits it Raw

Nails on Head -

And jars still Closing

Counting Away -

The Sun

it's just a word -

after all -

it's written -

everywhere -

you look -

at me -

like it -

should be more -

because you'd like to see pain in there

you are

weight

on the lungs

chest - harder

to take in the air

with all

your little kisses

feeling the back of your legs
after you've shaved

hurts something deeper than blood

your eyes prick up

shallow as bone

such silly anxiety
still distorts the skin

edges just unwieldy
flat screens shift underarm

and lifting: that isn’t sleep

when you can still
make out all that distance