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POETRY

Sep 21

today i feel expansive—

reverse gravity is what Neil deGrasse Tyson called it—

and yet, somehow i’m still

held together by

the regular kind:

curves formed by

distance to the moon

(or something like that)

i must have tossed around just right in that ocean

before i arrived

rubbed smooth like pebbles

gathered parts like coral

and the plot thickens

the tide taught me it’s rhythm,

pace yourself

the air in my lungs finds a way out

exhale

inhale quietly through the nose

counting to four

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

hold for seven

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

let it go for eight

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

this is the wave.

[this is one breath.]

hacker