Falsetto breeze
from a black plastic fan
interrupts reality
from flowing through my open window
sweat drips on my bare arms
and down my back
my muscles ache
ten push upstwenty thirty forty
fifteen setupsthirty forty five sixty
weights blistering my hands
a cold wall against my back
as I sit on air
thirty secondssixty ninety one-twenty
one leg out the window
head and torso
fifteen foot jump
land on my feet and take off running
one foot after another a rhythm
left right left right left right
fail-ure lo-ser fag-got
a peaceful rhythmnot
Shins burn More than usual?
Sweat beads above my lip More than usual?
Lungs ache Throat closes Oh shit
More than usual
sit on the curb
breath in breath out breath in breath out
or at least try
wheezing sucking scratching noises
with each attempted breath
lay on my back on the cold pavement
and open my lungs to the too thick night air
wishing for the
falsetto breeze
of the black plastic fan
eyes close and darkness takes over
as I wonder
will I have to wake up this time?
