Day-dreaming...

My dreams are too close to me today;

on top of me - not moving:
like thick summer air - not breathing,

but wobbling and flowing,
​making my hidden life vibrate and seep

​through my clothes, onto my skin,
making my face shine and my eyes burn,
making me sleepy and tired and restless.

I can't move
or sit quietly.

Even my heart begins to wobble
and flows from my eyes.

My dreams are too close to me today;

​too blurry, too heavy, too liquid,
too much like hot air:

going up without me
​and sticking still around me.
​

from 'Inside' in Its Inside-Out & Orange