I went and took a nap out in the woods,
letting blankets of leaves
drown sinking stones,
settlement in my stomach.

I almost caught a gust of wind
spilling through cracked fingers,
sticking to my hair.
Palms open - arms outstretched,
I shook hands with nothing.

Concrete dreams flood
grooves of the brain,
thick in my mind.

Skipping up a tree
sing to the sky,
catching wind beneath wings.
Palms open - arms outstretched,
carried by nothing.

Every single night this clockwork chimes,
crypts where restless crickets
pray from dusk to dawn.

Air thick,
suffocating between
sheets and mattress
stones still sinking.
Let me melt, sink simply.
Palms open - arms outstretched,
begging for nothing.

So I went and took a nap out in the woods,
mistaking trees for friends
and wind for food.
Palms open - arms outstretched,
suffocated by nothing.

Hugging air,
thick in my arms
like the stuffed animal I grew up with.