FORMING


everything
like i am kissing glass
to see the print of my lips

wonder who feels
my constant breathing

food
can only be eaten one time
i guess

nothing
and not like dying

there is still long hair
and not caring

shame
me
into being kind to you

or a book you are writing
about still dying
again

locked
into freedom
a sentence about starving

the wind is blowing

the wind is blowing

the wind is still blowing