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.