i talk to strangers in my dreams like
that would remove you from my chest 
and i talk about my chest a lot,
like i can’t breathe, like it keeps beating
to a melody that i don’t understand, like
it keeps hurting and i keep clutching it
for relief, like there’s nothing to hold
really, like there’s nothing to eat really,
and i’m hungry, like its hungry, like 
everything is empty, and i’m too heavy.