Jump

“Wait!” Just breathe. “Don’t jump!”

I’m here now. “Take my hand!” Breathe.

“We’ll go together.”

Gift

Your hand is enough

I just can’t be that cruel

I can’t take your heart

Bright, smiling faces

Frown only on the inside

Better tomorrows

A face that doesn’t smile

And hands you won’t let me hold

Come down from your wall

There is a space,
After I wake up,
But before I open my eyes

Bread’s in the oven

Rising and browning in heat

Home wafts through the air

Water-wrinkled flesh

Submerged in scalding fluids

Cleansing and calming

Around my finger

Fabric and flesh together

It will be okay

Bake, bake, baking

In the sun

Oink, oink, oinking

In the mud

Merry, merry, merrily

Filtered and sterile
Air needs to be conditioned
How it’s meant to be