Observe your breath –
is it still
there?
Observe your breasts
as they rise and do they
fall as you do,
limbs leaden,
their loss of lift leading you
to
this ground your grave,
this water your weightless
end, your eternity.
observe your breath –
picture it
perforated
cut off, choked out
observe your breasts
imagine them
motionless, meant for love no more
meaningful than the ones you’ve known before
this embrace
this farewell your final
fist in the fight.
now.
observe your breath.
is it still
there?

 

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