breathe in
there’s nothing to it
I can fill up my lungs, swallow the sky
seal it all in and hold tight
easy as air

you wait
and your eyes stare, or don’t
pointedly – but not pointed, nothing sharp and nothing ragged
except the heaving in my chest
(I wonder if you can hear)

my lips are wrought but my hands are weak
I could drop everything here
but I remember, and you say, I don’t shake so much these days
together we gather boldly my faith in you, in me

I reach,
I am rewarded

breathe out

words. breathe out words. easy as air.

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