moon is a charcoaling parachute
we all want to breathe beneath
look there is so much air
in large leather coat parliament pockets
and look below between toes
for you too
they taught us cpr and breathing exercises
will they teach us how to
balloon cheek-walking everywhere
aren't we doing that already
except numb nostrils don't triage well
what the fuck am i doing writing
using up ink like oxygen carelessly
who cares it's just a wave it will peak
and wane
i want to sit naked in this tumbler
and watch myself watching myself
watching world watch me go
that's all we do watch while we wait
only i am not waiting anymore
i sleep too peacefully at night
and day too
i don't know how to breathe
but i breathe too well
i don't want to breathe
take all my share please
and let my cheeks fall and lungs
sleep
and if i reborn
let those alveoli root in delhi
all things have become things anyway
where are my little ones
they have become brown furniture
sofa and chair
and my dreams walk like i do
in my livingroom
and laughter undressing like
the hindu newspaper on the floor
under afternoon fan.
and i sit cross legged
questioning my cuticle
to peel or not to peel.
1/5/2021
