White walls ask me for help

Smooth floors ask me for heat

90 degrees ask me for change

Echoes ask me not to look, not to see, not to observe

Plain stretches away into never; into a thing that will make me bitter

Still

Air

Begs

I’m cold

Frames fall to strengthen

Sway to resist their snap

Draw breath

Breaths press against the edges

Bodies alone, body alone, bending the building

Choosing new colours

Choosing new

Choosing to do

Choosing to move

Not choosing

Melting

That sterility

Asking for more

Giving and giving

Giving mess

That we bud from

Humidity stirs in a frozen cube

Humidity leans outward

Bunker turned jungle

We’re warm