bodies / space

i could never hear the birds chirping before. 
they sing, & i taste melons. 
it’s summer. & my body remembers 
even though we’ve never been here before.

the bed sinks beneath my weight. 
it takes three & a half hands to reach my mum. 
i pinch her cheek. 

every day, nothing happens.
& yet, every night, i sink beneath the weight 
of every mote of dust stuck to my skin. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s