everything i think about is glass
thin
brittle
stretched like a sheet of paper
over my face
close enough to catch my breath
but still there
a window i can’t open
and outside
sunlight air birds traffic laughter
floating and leaving no trace
everything i think about is glass
thin
brittle
stretched like a sheet of paper
over my face
close enough to catch my breath
but still there
a window i can’t open
and outside
sunlight air birds traffic laughter