Breathe
I have made the mistake of not existing
Or that girl on the bench in St. Louis
Broken fish hanging from tree branches
If you could remember only one thing
What would it be?
I am always a little bit blind
Not posing if possible
Maybe I should go now
With brief intermittent episodes of speed
I have an expiration date of 1992
No one named Ana Julia should be allowed to die
I look up - sad
I wear a cloak of clouds
I move my hand
So that there might be peace
A white calculus
The mind cuts loose
This is for you -
Breathe.
