Just exercising

The predated undertaking permitted; this space is a collection of sleight of hand basking in its motion (forgetting itself constantly; constantly reborn) nodding to sleep and now lateral on the couch then hardwood now with its hand on my chest in bed. I take some of the air like a participate in a game show: w/ large face scanning who-knows-where, the breasts all staring the men/are unshaven this year. Sick, or just underfed - this is my determining factor: everything small is unknown. When my hand sets something down, it does so blindly. The world is a shelf and everything is relatable, all trembling and cold.