Oxygen (day 25)

I lost track of my shadow

somewhere along the way

I lived on the change

he left behind


I lost a rhythm and

poured out feelings from the tap

I lived on something

that was never ours at all


So now I sing and fall off the edge

past the sidewalk’s end

I’m quiet enough to remember

you’re the oxygen I breathe


But air is made of

whatever the fuck I want it to be

So I’ll sit here

on the concrete

and find out what I need


And if it isn’t you I’ll move planets,

tear up the soil and begin again


Oxygen doesn’t give love, after all-

just life

and if I dig deep enough

I can find life anywhere.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 8/26/16


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