you are so blue!
you, forest, full of piano keys
empty of trees because your bodies are the trees
droplets clinging to the notes you sound out
a smell like earth and warmth
clean but misty
filling up my chest, so heartbreakingly loud
but it's quiet in here
some days i feel this over and over
untouchable clarity
and my hands are like musicians' hands
dancing on air
cradling myself because no one will hold me
wallpaper is plastered to the trees
the clean trees, that no one had touched
they're dry now, dusty
i am dusty too
clarity is brief, my hands are stiff
there is no loudness in my chest
my pulse is quiet and irregular
and we blithely look on
