It’s in my hair, in my head and mouth it shortens my breath It’s under my tongue and in-between my teeth it wraps around their roots It’s behind my eyes and around my eyeballs it fills my under-eyes like tiny sacks I tightly close my eyes and squeeze them with…

(Excerpts) IN THE CORRIDOR smiling faces, some well-known, some of strangers, quiet concentration. Faces line up. Hands handling phones. Anticipation rising. Stomach churning, but eye contact, yes, eye contact, easily found. Lean on it. Lean on what is light. Right: warm hand on veiled shoulder, sweaty shoulder, frail or strong…