To My Breath
I held you underwater once
just long enough. I lost you running.
A baseball socked you out of me,
a car slammed my flat chest
to the pavement. You deserve
endearments: Essence Closest
To My Heart, Native Offering.
Slapped into being, bellowed
from my lungs, how you do carry
my tune. I taste you as The Ginger
and The Clove of Me. You
are where I meet the universe
coming and going. Beloved Atoms
from all that ever breathed—
mastodon, Cleopatra, poison ivy—
you let me make you my familiar.
Baying Dog of Mine, Buzz
of the Hot Hive in My Breast.
My Sweet Parakeet, I let you
escape. You keep coming back.