the in-between: knee-cap blues

11:56:33

I'm cold in Paris.

and suddenly a sadness explodes from within

my chest that houses ghosts in a mortuary pit

spitting cold effervescent vapour freezing the tips

of my fingers

plunging me into knee-deep snow

striking hard on my knee-caps

ripping apart the gauze holding my plastered smile

threads blowing in the wind

dendrites feeling for a feeling

to transmit, to electrify, to send a pulse

to my heavy heaving chest