I swear the ground breathes
when I stare too long
and the patterns on the wall
meld together.
My bones sense the weather,
even then I go out without
a sweater
to let the frost
raise my skin in bumps
over the ink on my arm
no harm in letting
hands steadily go shades of blue
and my nose
a reddish hue
what else can I do?
what else
can I
do?