my heart shook

crinkling skin, too tight

flimsy fingers, liquid

I shrink myself,

watch the sun lamps flicker,

to fit this corner

in proper smallness

 

In my shrunken state,

I spill over

am caught

by what forces

myself back inside

crinkling skin

scrambling, to pick

my head from the floor

 

before I’ve moved on,

too late

too long

too tired