The psychology of air

In mind and out

The psychology
of the air has changed
her pathology
She calls to me
and sits here on the couch
for therapy
She’s embodied with her hair
a whirlwind
and she whispers secrets
that are heavier
than oxygen
The air,
now her particles
are loneliness
Through paper masks
she rustles,
breathless
with anxiety
The very air,
she is crying
and she’s solitary

Et tu Air?
Air, you too?

Art: glass lung sculpture, Annie Cattrell – “making the invisible visible”

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