Spa

Constant hum and glow,
an effervescent breeze.

Small mechanics guide
repair shop nests a doorway
under awning drip on thaw.

A box is heavier, feels heavier,
screen casts heavy head rounded
and glossed over eye without gaze.

Can't catch myself in the matte.
Cats don't react or find themselves -
can't perch, can't upset the flat plane.

Finding bed on heated keys
sent messages in code
my own strokes so cozy and slick.

Air all clumps on blown winds
out broken oscillating out exhaust
all full of grey and tufts.

Small colonies laying claim
laugh tracks claim
old audiences claim

letting myself dip naive
but they do know their names.