I grew up climbing trees and playing in creeks and measuring how good a day was by how long it took me to wash my feet before getting into bed
I haven't been barefoot in three
Months
And yeah, it's starting to get to me
I used to collect things that shone from the street
A railroad tie
Washers
Coins and bolts and pieces of wire
I would fill my hands with their pretty weight
And I am still no good at letting go of things
But now I carry the sound of tires in my spine
And half herd conversations behind both ears
Trash bags line my ribcage
And the buildings, though beautiful
Are taking up my entire left leg
Coffee cups, left turns, and rush hour push against the inside of my skin until even my palms are sweaty with the strain of holding everything around me
In
Song: Breath In by Japanese Wallpaper