let lemons be angry

o handful of gauze, little bandage, handful of cold air

If I were to make a movie about myself, I would frame each shot as only half of me. Or sometimes less than half. Because I think that's what I am, in places that are full of people, or in tight spaces with nothing between person and person, in conversation lulls, in airy chairs with things to read.

Actually few of us are fully present in the present. We would look like semi-filled takeaway packets of tea, or half-colored figures in coloring books. Turning into ghosts as we breathe.