—I DON’T KNOW IF I’M BEING FOOLISH, DON’T KNOW I’M BEING BLIND

 

Shallow Breathing

 

I construct 

scaffolding 

to prioritize 

my suffering 

and pity 

and feel

at once  

selfish 

and foolish 

as if there 

is no greater 

harm than 

thwarted love 

not even 

that child 

fighting 

again 

this morning 

for a 

simple pocket 

of air