some nights
i catch myself
breathing
which often leads to elementary questions
like
who put this air into my lungs
turned me into this brazen beast of breath
theres magic going on
in our chests
a magic so
unrelenting
unresting
yet at times
i still forget to breathe
unselfishly
but wholly
how we forget
this forgetting
so easy to slip into
so comfortable
this second skin to turn into a home
this air
this breath
is not ours alone.
(each time
we resurrect.)
- resurrection.
