there’s a similarity between claustrophobia
and hypothermia; they crowd at you until
you’re no more, leave you shivering between
yourself and nothing at all

under duvets i shove my fingers into my
mouth, my nose tugging at itself: get out,
maybe. or get warm. get comfortable,
get comfortabler.

two people: unafraid,
petrified.

i wear my memories like clothes
in my brain’s clothesline: hang one set
up, take down the other,
leave it to wash.

two sides: a mirror
and its back.