The Nature of Things
the problem is one of space
of leaving air
open
I do it
and you fill it
I have done it for so long that now
as I reassemble
and color returns to my face
you aren’t sure
where to sit
or what part of the air to breathe
but the air is mine now—
the space
is
mine
I am like a stranger
you say
and you’re right
but
let’s
keep
her
Author: A. G. James
Photo: ifer endahl on Unsplash
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