squashing the muffin

i complain a lot
out loud
or in my head
either or
a complaint is
a complaint
whether it touches air or no
there it is
a hanging atmospheric
pressure
clogging the flow
hand pressed down
atop my head
yours mine theirs ours
it does not matter
the palm presses
compresses
compacting
slow weight
impairment of ease
where is my easel
aisle
path
“cause theres still time t’ change throad yuron”
ear to the shoulder
chin to the chest
in through the nose
out through the mouth