Distracted, frozen like plastic
my hands holding a bizarre atlas

decipher tracks from radioactive pathways

at half-mast a nasty reaction
before losing traction on the freeway

Get out of my way, got to get on way
this city’s invested in congestion

I am bust in my chest beneath my dress

heart and lungs need more resting
so the rest can function under assumption

I can feel it stinging sinuses
dirtier than Linus’ blanket, can’t fake it

narrow sideways earthquake sidewalks make way

littered with the shoe-less and hit-less
wishing waiting weightless float away