The cat's shed fur floated in the air, the afternoon sun's rays bouncing off of it like light off dust particles above the seats facing a reeling film

What's it like for those who float through, directionless, seen only due to their closeness

to the presence of another

more prominant source 

Invisible without the light of others. 

Where are they at night

Cubicles with desks in the tallest buildings

Cubicles with beds in the rustiest buildings

Loitering in every space they saunter into

Silhouettes exposing themselves on the wall beside her

Shadows overlapping to create a landscape of dimension 

a puppet show for her eyes only

Except, similarly to herself, nothing is in motion

The puppeteers haven't arrived, the set is in shambles 

She is only the exoskeleton of wood, currently put aside 

enveloping into itself like layers of thick mud 

Shapeless and dead.

My hair falls out like pedals do off wilting flowers

It must mean I'm rotten, layers of black having filled my capillaries 

inhabiting my internal flow

The ends of fingers fall off first in the cold, your body retaining heat in its center

If it were the opposite

Your heart would shed first, all at once, laying on the ground before you

wet and anxious, flapping like a fish

You'd bend down and hold it, feel its warmth

its movements slowly fading

with your warm, fully attached, fully intact, blood pumping fingers

which will stay no matter the heights you climb

the conditions you suffer

My hair falls out like pedals do off wilting flowers

It must mean I'm rotten, layers of black having filled my capillaries 

inhabiting my internal flow

The ends of fingers fall off first in the cold, your body retaining heat in its center

If it were the opposite

Your heart would shed first, all at once, laying on the ground before you

wet and anxious, flapping like a fish

You'd bend down and hold it, feel its warmth

its movements slowly fading

with your warm, fully attached, fully intact, blood pumping fingers

which will stay no matter the heights you climb

the conditions you suffer

Let us walk on air 

hand-in hand, acrobats in the sprawling night

lacking a trampoline, it is reality that we may fall to. 

Let us explore the spaces taken up by those grounded to the humble earth

touching books, petting slobbering dogs and hushing screaming children. 

Let us make it to the mountains

 where bear cubs climb trees

 where foxes carry wounded bird in their mouths, the compassion we hope to find diminished in dark eyes.

Let us lose expectations and embrace loss, succumb to our greatest fears

Let us go 

Let us go. 

the world she knew had been deluged by a blue tint

trees on her street clothed with a navy coat, dwindling arms puncturing through. 

standing in front of it she rubs her wool overcoat

fearing it will be protruded by her own growth

she wonders who remembers to clip off sprawling ideas when they wind on and on nearing the tree and snapping off thin twigs with a rosy palm

leaving only two which almost connect at the center, creating the axis of a planet. 

Your tickles are like stipples on my body 

each leaving a mark, absorbing into my skin and shading my muscles

Go on, make me one of your sculptures

Carve your name onto my collarbone 

tell me I'm your greatest creation

Shape my mind

include every bump and scar 

Put me in a museum 

for everyone 

To see and to love

I am she and she is me 

but holding her small, humid hand I feel distant 

unable to recall the things I know to be true 

secretly scratching the soft palm of her hand 

waiting for her to fall

I have yet to be so brave