Atmosphere Poem by Maya Hanson

All the negative space around you
turns into positive space,
all the particles charged and
in the face of this bottled up explosion I'm breathing in
I have to get out of your atmosphere.

But I'm rooted,
you get me,
you can translate these pages
better than I can
but you don't get to go down in flames
when the pressure's building.
I will smoke you out.

This inverted world
tipped back upright,
glued together with more than sealed lips and feathers
like you know how to walk when I can't
This inverted world
tipped back upright,
spilled out of your mouth
every time you fly up behind me.

Here I am reliving all these moments,
here I am not telling you
you can translate these pages
better than I can
so you don't get to break the glass,
I can't get out of your atmosphere,
we will ignite or
we will smolder
and even then they can use our ashes.