a laugh echoes
between buildings,
the power to wake
a whole neighbourhood
fizzing at my lips. gasp like
i am made of air.
we make our way up
infinite floors. as the
elevator slows, it becomes evident
even infinite series
have finite sums.
legs part, eyes
wane into white slivers.
thunder beats
under an eardrum. gasp
i am made of air, infinite fizzing
tethered by
a finite sum.