and today you just can't be contained inside this cement box. your heart is bursting, your head is heavy with grey metal thoughts with sharp edges. such a short distance between the two. blood and flowers. it's a bright green day, with dark blue edges. it's a holy scene, the foliage dusting itself off, rusty chested robins milling around...around.

you.
you can feel as small as a pin stick
as large as the universe
as see-through as a stripper's skirt
as opaque as now.