we are
all in seats
pushing garbage
and trash
and pretzels
fall out through the cracks

while beauty comes aboard

and the whales
all surface
at the same time
and moment in time

my rushed heart
bleeds out and through my veins

heat flows
down, through the ceiling
and nothing in the air
is soothing
while the cold,
all tied up in gasoline,
waits, expensively,
in holding
in waiting

we all scurry about
in circles
and breathe

we breathe
the cloth
and clothes
and tables.