i don’t want to be in my office
don’t want to be inside at all
feel like i’ve been plunked into a glass filled with shallow water
it just keeps rising and rising
and i can’t breathe easy
find a fast foothold
amidst all of these words and textures
these pressures and consequences
the wind howls against the building like a pack of wild dogs
so i go out
in search of them
attacked at once by the biting cold
the frozen falling detritus
routine acts at stabbing into clear spaces
but the sky is an upturned white bowl
and i just keep bumping into the boundaries
there’s no jumping off point
captured under the pressure
and unable to breathe
i break
retreat
arrive again inside
where every noise feels like a companion
to the dull ache inside my head