common

the heat was the barrier but i crossed it i couldn't stay at the library i couldn't breath. it was all right on, alright, same as the other every other days, thermostat check flashing white teeth check bobbing heads check designer backpockets check. they breathe the manufactured perfection in out in out in and if they choke start a central line no one has choked before.

i left i crossed i rode my bike at speed of light and sunglasses and ears plugged and the air was so hot it breathed me

now the graveyard, i might be sitting on a bee's nest they keep landing on me but not stinging, why aren't they stinging me they could i don't even know what it feels like, am i feeling. i hope i am not sitting directly over anyone. i'm sitting directly under a tree the roots and uprooting overthrowing gravestones. someone is dead but someone has been alone twelve years because. close to me says only mother, it's so old that she is no longer a mother to anyone on the planet, has anyone looked for her. i'm breathing in someone else's sighs and pain that they left along with carnations when they visited last or buried last week. it feels real the air feels real. no one is here to fake. i would like to sleep here, to rest like the others in real life.

they should have a special graveyard tree where the roots grow straight down. mozart was buried in a common grave.