inside/outside

Lungs caught in blue.
breeze from water drip sing and fume the constant sway
As well the beetle. For deep inter-jointed life.
we pail the day the dreary look of two in one title scheme with headline
the meddlesome words in closure and repeat and reinvent.
the intamacy
she/I
The space between fingers is seldom worn.
the walking when less desirable is brisk and painted eyes they swarm and vent.

Press chin to throat.
play relaxing music in your head over and over until it becomes unbearable.
play very load music. Not in a volume sort of way but in its content.
watch patch of grass wither like spindle of leaves.
this watching for the time it takes to pass the air to the earth.
is like a flower.
she/I
The taking of words from the slanting roof you sleep bellow.
the rise and fall of wasting space

The lax of beard.
Catch button un-frayed and gleaming doubt of warm.
repair harness as clothing you shape and keep home this mirror.
clean out drawers with moths. Move across sheets of ice only with hands.
in pockets holding pens and Velcro shaped throne.
stay indoors as long as possible.
she/I
the calender of self doubt is shaved and porous to the skin.
it belts with laughter in the morning with all the dying day