Vertical
Emi Kodama, Thomas Jouanjean
Over time it's become hard to breathe
Inside
Outside
In a crowd
Alone
My chest is a tangle of strings
A flutter of knots
Spending time trying to untangle it
Choosing a strand and patiently following
Pulling
Pushing through
Pleading with the mess in your hands
Eyes are sore
Hands are cramped
And still, I lie awake at night
