sinking
Published in
Mar 25, 2021
passing is irrefutable
but still sitting here
when the sun is weak in the thin air
it’s all undercurrents
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the room is slow now and dull
with soft walls and floating hair
while muffled voices skid the surface
slipping into shadows
/
spilling in the light
and squinting on reflections
of what you said here or did there
it’s all the same and sinking
/
with the sun is on my face
feeling like it looked on yours that day
it’s easier now you’re everywhere
drowning in the space
/
soaking in it
after all our skin is mostly water
only then to breath it in and
choke on daylight savings.
