Keeping breathing even
because I know I'm
trespassing in your air
tip-toeing the oxygen
(like ants
taking whats too big for them
to hold)
dragging it down
Losing my place
you wipe your fingers across the trace
now at a loss
I am casting forth a line
hoping you might bite
but (no such luck)
we have heard this one before
and everything we are
comprised in this "exchange"
this salvaged re-run we rehearse
gets laugh-track applause
as I am running out of breath.
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