It isn’t me, isn’t you
so much bigger than that
staring at you
a brick wall
a bird,
a song only those listening can hear.
A necklace glistening in the blistering sun’s heat
A car chase
The air you breathe
You can’t trap it,
contain it.
Your boxes are too small
and in a glass it would spill.
It’s pain,
joy.
It isn’t me, isn’t you.