Un-Say It

Ibid this night, tomorrow is a calendar turn I cannot face

Inhale / exhale
Chest rise / chest fall
Strange how the motor functions stutter
into emotofunctions we don’t know how to control

Air sucked out of a room with no windows opened, doors closed

Hand clamped securely
over nose
over mouth
and I am flailing arms / sitting still
kicking legs / lead weight
the sound of a heartbreak gulped inward
basic biological to-do’s escaping

There’s nothing in or of me that will be able to brace for this fall

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