La Rev

There is always somewhere to go.
Get rid of breath.
Oxygen is only keeping us
    from something better,
    from finding health
    in some other mixture.
When oxygen fills our muscles—
    makes them red with the blood
    it chaperones on a dance
    from lung to extremity—
    we go numb, though we do not know it.
When there is no oxygen,
    we can feel our entire bodies:
    big, aching cramps,
    shriveled into balls,
    tight as bullets,
    heavy as novae,
    shooting through
    the hidden pane of glass
    separating
    this world and the next.




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