honeycomb

honeycombed
and hollowed out,
at odds
with host,
and making
space
for a growing
emptiness.

26 steps

head bent and staring down, you say i’m good, i’m good in rasped out air ripped edges, punctuated by that beeping sound somewhere. this is not good. you lying down now, but not resting. 26 steps. 26 minutes. where did you go? you were gone too long. confused, i wondered why walk? why, try to,…