Did you forget
That story holds breath
That exhale is
Momentum
That my words are a lifetime
Of lungs contracting
When you pick up my paper
We are sustained by the same breath
For a moment
I am necessary
For a moment
You are mine
You put down the paper
Alone breath dissipates
Alone story suffocates
Come back
I am gasping
I do not know when my family came to Ukraine for how many centuries they stayed for how much DNA lies buried in cemeteries with half-closed gates names half-heartedly scrubbed away by time but I do kn
four years ago, I watched seas of red wash over the capitol building, fire and brimstone and cries of American carnage perched in the rumbled of red and white and a crowd of much-contested number fou
delicate guardrails dot the distance of 24 to 168 inches between us if we were close like swinging childrens’ hands only 18 to 24 inches foot in plural between the vibration of your larynx and the twi