Il canโt throw off.wike a wet blanket
hrapping itself around me
Ieavy and invisible,
dt just hangs there,
Aoesnโt give a shit.
ind the humidity
ts going to win.
Ahat neither one of us
w ridiculous little negotiation
That the heat keeps stealing.
rying to pour back into myself
Cjome see my room.dust so I could say,
tigging my little home
Io the earth I belong to,
B'd crawl back
iut every night
cnside your locket.
farry a photo of me
yeed me handfuls of sand,
Iou'd keep me in your pocket,
f I were a worm,