#dichrowrites

[copperdichroic]

I'm not doing zinetober because I just learned about it, but seeing @koddlet doing silly little zines made me feel like making and sharing my own. It's simple and fun and low-pressure, which is great for me right now.

[copperdichroic]

Made another little zine, this time featuring Washi tape. I wish where I lived was more bike friendly. Maybe I would bike more? But it's also huge, so maybe not.

[copperdichroic]

Numbers are frustratingly abstract.

They swim around in my head.

If non-neutonian fluids worked on transparency instead of rigidity, then doing math in my head is like hitting that fluid.

It all goes opaque.

I can see numbers,

But only when they're floating along, untouched.

[copperdichroic]

Long Lungs

I inhale.

You should feel your belly expand.

What a foolish way to teach deep breathing

to a child who takes things literally.

I look the part

but my lungs don't fill space

as they should.

My stomach sticks out

a stone of muscle and strain.

Hand on my bloated abdomen.

I can't figure out these long lungs.

I exhale.

I inhale.

I've found the key to long lungs.

Hand just below my sternum.

I open the maw of my diaphragm wide

to swallow that old stone whole.

My ribcage unfolding

until the chasm I've made

kisses my spine.

The embers in my dead blood flicker back to life

and the long frost recedes from my vision.

Take a deep breath.

I exhale.