how we feel and how

how we feel and how
we are meant to
feel wind between the
body’s organs like two
serpents, sometimes
cordial, other times
territorial when confined
in such tightly bound
assertions. every
morning, one wakes
just before the
other, and there is an
inaudible tightness
around the chest,
a muted plea to
letting go


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