Breathing Lessons

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

Suffocation.

Sometimes the air feels too wet and heavy, leaking and producing a dewy fright,
and it hangs about me in a thick fog that smokes out the senses
and leaves me breathless.

If it's breathing lessons you want:
Breathing lessons you'll get.

Outside, the corners are preparing for frost,
for crunching gardens, for
your fearless feet biting through
half-frozen puddles.

Tell me; do you ever wonder about the holes you leave,
or do you just charge on through, from cloud to cloud,
your words eating up the sky?

Breathing lessons you'll get.

One evening, I went to a field edged by trees, which were in turn
surrounded by highways, only minutes from the house
where I lost myself to you all those years ago,
only they are not so many years.

I lay down, I watched birds fly overhead, mostly scavengers,
and listened to the conversation of tires and asphalt.

They spoke lies to one another, then embraced.

The insects, the setting sun
smoking in the city haze,
the intimate traffic...
all memories of you.

I closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath...in, then out.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at No Time
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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