Vol 4 No 1 2010
Matthew, talking
You’re breathing my air
you come here and use my air
every day you take it
for your own lungs. I know
when you push it out
I breathe it in – then my air’s
been inside you. I inhale
what you exhale, air
that was inside the throat
you’re talking Spanish from –
holding my air inside your chest
holding it next to your Mexican
heart before you give it back to me.
Judith Arcana