Circuitry was cozy

in enclosure: I felt the burden of freedom upon exiting the binary.


Air sits heavy, saturated

in noise, all the voices blunting against harmony.


Each decibel rests on my chest like condensation, clinging

to cotton.


Thickness resists each stride, lagging

my steps behind wrist ticks, sparing time to feel

jumpmen erode stone under my feet and watch pollen orbit my body.


receding —> imploding

 everything drains into the spaces between blocks

  new tenants  be wary of the walls

 the gaps are artificial membranes holding human development in place

infrastructure is an exertion of consciousness and thumbs but the structure within is not dormant. Our engineering is no more definitive than insect architecture

 erosion massages us toward reconstitution

 an example

                   i have a cousin who moves my shit around when she visits, then tells me she has ‘fixed’ the room

 Boom Bap banging from 15s, bass drowning out all else - we only hear the hook

   presence of evicted remains, maintaining spaces They created

 perhaps one day the discharge from our leaking feet will burst from the ground and blossom, but today no rose explodes from this concrete

Buzzing means I am not alone