the atmosphere makes it obvious =Nimiwae=

We let it break out at doorsteps, well fall from facial pores,
pick up our mothers painkillers
from wooden floors and think about dead friends.
We want to reduce ourselves to this -
by diving off clouds and folding into candy wrappers,
into honey comb,
into anywhere that snaps us open, that empties us out.

I read about blankets and bandages,
ran my fingers over telescopes that looked for home.

I put all my thoughts into fruit bowls and wondered
if I should test out gravity some more. I kind of fell
a couple of times, but never like this.

The disk in your eyes looked afraid,
so I thought I should study osteology
and protect your organs, but I never get through exams
sober and you sew your chest up whenever you feel something
that touches deeper than bone,

so we still walk down high streets
and slip into pavement cracks, we don't even need to say
'look how susceptible to fractures
we are' anymore.

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