[I don't write political poetry - but]
I don't write political poetry - but
breathing is political
Take it through the mouth - in - to - you
as a cave
draw rope - and tie it to the nearest tree that bends to the east
that wakes with dawn and serves only the sun
It will lower inside you - a bee
in the throat of a lily
Oddly gentle - it will come - with caveats
Words don't become politics - unless
they are traded outside these walls
The caught ball of air in your throat - will
not carbon dioxide - unless
you keep breathing
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