Make room for better breathing
He says confidently
As if breathing any other way
Were possible although
Believing in any possibility
Is a gratifying occasion
For the rest of what is left
Pursed between my lips
Poised beneath my hips
The sun burns up things
When the air is too hot
Kind of makes you miss the snow
Except for when it’s snow
That you’ve got
I took a step sideways
To catch my momentary balance
And gathered inventory
For all of those that have yet
To get back to my last text
I am aware of especially one
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Poétique 