The body: a bag o' bones, a lush interior, edges and extremities that keep the inside in and the outside out. Its surface a site of anxious play, giving way to interminable depths.

 

climbing a jagged stair up and down

like taking a pilgrimage to the

beach

city

bathtub

living room
 

the room has a couch and lamp, feels natural to sit for a while. phone home to the

stratosphere,
 

you're chewing on something sweet

a legitimate need to touch the slick screen

toggling switches in the control room

 

floating in a pod of supersaturated salt water

you become acutely aware of the processes of containment and imminent release at play

just know your escape route