the light is getting dim.
the afternoon seemed good,
but now they’re pressing in (against the bricking,)
and taking all the air again.
this apartment looks out over
the whole fragile, breathing thing
and still the ice is record thin (we’re so useless-
taking all the air again.)
the road and everything it needs and bleeds is
in my ears and in my skin
while i’m waiting in this strangers house
for my medication to kick in.
they’re taking all the air again
this time to sell it back to us whiter
with revivifying vitimins