The Weight Of Air

The Weight Of Air

Empty space

between molecules

infused with the words

of others’ lungs

The smell of me

all that was

and could’ve been

if I had attempted

to burn my name into the sun

and use my voice

as the purr of a lion

from deep within a cello

breathing light

Window plastic crinkling

in and out

looking at

an Acorn Manufacturing Co Inc

full of bushes, birds, and worlds

Living with

a boy who hears with his heart

a woman who speaks from behind a pen

a man with no stories to tell

nor dreams to fulfill

and a fading queen

the devil in white

I’ve always preferred

bleeding on dead trees

than carving in electric stones

and I discovered

the desire to write

and the ability to orgasm

were entwined

There I lay

drunk amidst the shards

of my self-inflicted

hostile jury

I am both the execution

and the pardon

So

look back

look back at me

a coffin floating down the road

after a storm

October 8, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

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