Breath by Dustin Pickering
Poem about intimacy under covid restrictions.
“Breath I take and breath I give…”
Townes van Zandt
Let them assume the worst they will.
It is part of the practice.
Let them fill their minds with assumption.
In between spaces are the strongest currents—
not warm nor polite,
but what is must be.
Jealous wind will fabricate airs of dream
while we sleep on the primrose.
If I had loved you, they would have known.
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