fukt
like the beans of li'l jack
the air was acrid
with words left unsaid
but how could they seep so?
when the foundation was sealed
and the body left untouched?

the sun was warm against bare skin
and bare ideas warmed inside
cold minds like incubated children
or a greenhouse

the water pressed to your lips
reminds me of the antiprocess
of the acid you spewed in anger
no more than 47 hours ago
I'm only able to laugh now
naye, I am only able to breathe.

i find that to cry requires something I have not
to laugh requires joy
to smile is effortless for the dead
and to breathe is all I have.

© J. Bernhard

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