Everything escapes

by Stella Cabot-Wilson

still bound
in form
My body
A way
to walk around
Today
a little less
Tomorrow
a little more
I cry
Fall on the floor
Eat a bagel
One space
I live in
one
I wish
Today
a little less
Tomorrow
more
Take smoke
rub it off
Today
a little less
I am a sun
rising
between
my mother’s
legs
Today
a little less
My mother
shakes her head
Smiles
Today a little
less

Tomorrow
I treat my body
as a way
to walk
around
Time
is
compressed

Ghosts
ghosting on
the ceiling
Ghosts
ghosting
on floors
Tomorrow
a little more
Give me
a tiny dish
a tiny sorbet
and spoon
Hungry
to the point
of humanity
I am
the loneliest
habitat
Today
a little less
Tomorrow
more
The world
hung-over
from rain
A safe
empty
space
Ghost
falls on the floor
Eats a bagel
Today
less
Tomorrow
a little more
Is the second
time
truer
Everything
escapes
Is the second
time
truer