| Mesosphere
I am mid-air right in the space between the layers of the atmosphere I used to know those words are they stratosphere mesosphere?
In the space between spaces where the air is too thin to breathe the sunlight too harsh all burn, all dry.
Like the over toasted slice of bread Inedible lifeless crumbling away like my resolve to send those texts why eating breakfast alone without conversations about perfect buttering, optimum cheese to ham ratios backspaced off the screen bitten back from the call.
No breathing no moving that is when you know you exist.
Suspension of the bodily functions Brings a sudden jarring awareness of the body itself an acute observation of its absence.
Like this half of the bed uncrumpled, the now lonely toothbrush in the glass above the sink why sleeping alone and no longer seeing happiness through an eyelash curtain of sleep dust backspaced off the screen bitten back from the call.
When this cloud dissolves, and memories evaporate, the body will fall and falling moving dropping will feel again like living.
That is why I am so busy, working my way downwards. |
