tipping backwards

the air here is so thick it freezes birds
and my hands live somewhere
in front of me and the mechanism fails
and returns error returns error
and the mechanism fails to draw the needle out
to hit even or to touch
and I just learned liam from one direction died
and also I just learned one of my friends died
and also also I just learned my mother died
// from this glass nest I can hear the ambulance crying
threading the streets like stitchwork
or carrying breath to the cold window
or away from it or driving off the edge
of the glass earth and I am sleeping inside