it's a snarl right there in my chest
the sinews angry and entwined with rib and vein and vessel
binding my heart tight to lung to bone
so I spend all day chasing gasps of breath.
until tonight, when the fall of day hooks one great finger
on an inside tangle and gives a mighty tug.
everything gives; this body sounds out
a breath, a breath, a sigh.
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