6 parsecs between me and the opposite wall
everything in the room is moving away from me.
distances are stretching,
objects are red-shifting.
there is a widening gap around the cupboard door
and the mandarin on the table is becoming very orange
and i am thinking about holding a knife to my neck.
dust, dust, dust
is settled in spiral galaxies on the carpet,
arms reaching out to comfort the television static.
hold me, wrap me up too,
let me expand in the vacuum
until the space between my fingers is large enough
that sharp things slip right through.