Photo by Kristin Hiler

 

 

     The Air We Breathe Is Each Other /26

 

We inhale with each breath

    minute bits of smell

     which were uniquely produced

     by another human being,

 

          and particularly your lover

          whom you simply breathed

 

          in and out

 

     when you were

     filling yourself up

     with her.

 

 

26. 

 

 





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