din-shaped

this is where


    yousayokay 

               i
                 eat 
            the

                  sky
    play twister

      ,

       lap at

blood
            crash


     whispers
snow

              upon the air

sighs
      it
         stirs into 
         
         
         your hair


to    sky      scolds;



      into my heart
                   and
falls                 traps

       in breath


seconds       stay

        meets


             betwe 
                  en 


                    the ribs in


   razor run over like teeth


      amongst the drifts

         
           soak up the
colors
                       the ribs a
      of
         space between





            and breathe