when you’re drowning
when you’re gasping for breath
and there is no air…
Breath
Mist
is a state of being…
cold reaches inside
my unzipped jacket
like fingers on my collarbone…
write a poem on your cigarette…
walk into the water,
it swallows you,
breath in the moment
is trapped in your lungs….
we don’t celebrate
the blank page,
we abhor
its crisp
clean
emptiness….
I’d know you
with my eyes closed
and my hands tied
behind my back. …
you breathed in the space
beside my ear
i smelled the undertone
of your hair ….
Does the asterisk
make you nervous?
It makes me nervous.
It means going off to find
something somewhere else…
You’re not right —
you push all day,
chug that caffeine
like it’s oxygen…
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