Breathing

I am conscious of my breathing and the soundless music of it This seesawing of air that keeps me alive Now chest, now nose Whispery inhales Gales of exhale My, my freshly plucked oxygen tastes so sweet.

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Waiting.

Yesterday I saw my bus pull away. It drove right past me. Slow. Deliberate. The driver tooted his horn. I raised my hand. Moving it in the motion of goodbye. Staring at the faces of my works. Unfriendly friendlies. They looked askance. Mouthing wordless pleas. I looked away. Buried my hands deep in my pockets. […]

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