Opening the windowThe air smells good,Opening the window by antonfrost
like stone and cold water.
The daylight flashes back and forth
between today and my dreams
as easily as stepping across
a foot wide,
a universe deep.
Winter is ending.
For good, I think,
like I do
i. do no harmmy pan-flute windpipei. do no harm by hipsterfaust
is resigned & resinless.
there's cortisol in the corridors of my bones.
branching through my bronchioles,
breaking in brackish waves against my brachium.
i implore you,
make a nest of tinder
in my touch-starved gullet
flick a flame down my throat
with your fingernails.
make a nave of the nape of my neck
with your steepled knuckles.
and i hope
you'll do (no) harm to my haphephobia.