if i could say everything
all
at once
i would.
to be truthful
i need to say
my body is floating
for fear of disintegration,
decompensating
i breathe deeply
i think in moments
even though
they are fleeting
flashes have
soft, violent duration.
can pain make
time detect
-ible?
i doubt
to be truthful
i need to say
my body is floating
for fear of drowning in my
lungs
fluid
today new york surged
to over 52,000 cases
siphon life from
bodies, you can’t hold
a number in
your floating hand.
this moment has sprung
our breath into our hearts
and our collective
body has flung itself into the air
and we haven’t hit the apex
preparation has passed
but we are still steeling our breath
as though it isn’t vulnerable.
my hair is suspended
in the air around me
but my hair is the world around me.
wheeze, the pain, dadum,
will crash into the floor.
my floor is my aunt
on the phone, my uncle
muscles and breath.
dying, living, dying,
living
my cousins, my other aunt
each pain a new pain
when i am living in flashes
life flashes before
my heart.
if i could say everything
all
at once
i would.