in the hot space between our faces closing in
breath passed back and forth
I am all like
"I'm not made of glass"
"PUSH ME"
but the truth is
when I leave this bedroom, I'm already shattering

girl born and a babbler
maybe better to drug me?
and style me oracular
sit me above the ethylene vents
I'm never getting better
so let's work with what we've got
for the betterment of all mankind

sorry i didn't show up to that thing
or reply to your emails and texts and calls
i was standing on my porch
gauging the speed of the wind by the pace of the clouds
braiding and braiding and braiding and braiding my hair