with pupiled eyes of grande
and laying on my stomach
my heart beats faster and
the screen
is lining
like notebook paper
or on tv
when the tube is on.
leonard cohen stares at me, circled
atop M. Ward and Jordan 476 59 -
i rub my hands up my face
stopping at the indent where the nose and eyes meet
applying pressure against the pressure
and on up to my temples, repeat motion
with added circular twists
and into my hair, my scalp.
my face is a sponge
and i notice my chest is tightening.
from the maddening shakes earlier
to the point where
standing
and holding my phone was impossible
and the throbbing breastplate
along down
and tracing my ribcage
i was a bit worried, before.
squatting on pink carpet
beside the sink as the air up there was
making me dizzy
the ground was stable
and the horses stopped
and all i wanted was a goddamn shower
