moon is a charcoaling parachute

we all want to breathe beneath

look there is so much air

in large leather coat parliament pockets

and look below between toes

for you too

they taught us cpr and breathing exercises

will they teach us how to

balloon cheek-walking everywhere

aren't we doing that already

except numb nostrils don't triage well

what the fuck am i doing writing

using up ink like oxygen carelessly

who cares it's just a wave it will peak

and wane

i want to sit naked in this tumbler

and watch myself watching myself

watching world watch me go

that's all we do watch while we wait

only i am not waiting anymore

i sleep too peacefully at night

and day too

i don't know how to breathe

but i breathe too well

i don't want to breathe

take all my share please

and let my cheeks fall and lungs

sleep

and if i reborn

let those alveoli root in delhi

all things have become things anyway

where are my little ones

they have become brown furniture

sofa and chair

and my dreams walk like i do

in my livingroom

and laughter undressing like

the hindu newspaper on the floor

under afternoon fan.

and i sit cross legged

questioning my cuticle

to peel or not to peel.

1/5/2021