(To be Read to the Rhythm of Your Own Breathing)

We’re all dying
Every day is ten thousand
breaths
we can't take back in
Each moment another flake of dead skin
fallen
to the ground alone
Your organs can only stay together for so long
and you can’t
expect
that electricity in your head to keep firing forever
So I’m going to
take
another deep breath
cash in a few more fleeting seconds from
old bones
I’m not sure why we keep doing this to ourselves
but here we go again
Living