we have opened all the windows
it is quite possible i will be the next volcano to erupt. let me be honest then, now that you're here and listening. i go through these things in waves. i fold inward. move downward. i contain. i hold my breath in the bathtub. i start to leave bruises. at some point you have to come out from beneath the bed. at some point you find yourself with a mouth full of words and they must either be swallowed or spilled. my lips are swelling i've been biting them so hard. i need to take a breath. consider it prolonged hibernation. i'm waking up. i got you, i got you. thoughts are coming out at high speeds. turn up the heat. i'm sweating out all these toxins. i want to be gasping. are you getting me? peacock feathers and conch shells. there are vacancies at my hermitage. i will keep my quiet places, but i've cleared out the cobwebs. i will make your world more lovely and more ridiculous. this is what my hands and my mouth were made for. exactly.