Fragile (Handle with Care)

I poem in my bed, like maybe real-world sunlight will never come.

I lock rhythms in my head, in case the real-world sunlight never comes.

When I breathe sometimes,

I think I can feel the universe pulsing,

I check my pulse when I breathe sometimes to feel the universe

I am also too careful, like my mother.

The seconds on the clock harmonize with the raindrops on my driveway,

tick turns to drip as drop turns to tock,

the entwining of nature and science is beautiful sometimes.