a phone smashed
salt in a wound
surfboard below
thump of bass down the street
moss under bare feet
an acoustic guitar strums
windchimes sway
cigarette still burning
rolling on the sidewalk
a face in glass applying thick makeup
a child sways on a swing
squeak of the bed
bonfire beginning to rise
I’m on the floor
naked back to the hardwood
arms stretched out
floating above
this body I temporarily inhabit
almost too much
to bear
but I come back again
into the outside
out of the inside.
