"Oxygen" (7-Minute NaPoWriMo Poem for April 16)

Oxygen




You were an in way out, full-blown
panic in a parka. The angels
wrestled into substance in the snow
lay for us, expressing. Laid out
between the pee rings, the ghosts of us
loved eternally into the reasons, seasoned
errors, arreared into another penalty
before payday; they lay there, looking at us.
We, burning, believing into another century,
melt into the mold. We select furniture
and argue. We put up sconces, esconced
in our own individual dreams of tomorrow.
Will this fit here? This heat, this heart, this sacrifice?
I put you here -- where I'll forget. The photo
of us in relief, the military armor of a jaded
adolescence holding us right. Would you
remember me, the way I fashioned myself
then -- a bright balloon of down, a punctured
raft of sleep, a tied down stay, a phantom
breath of our last mingled, bungled kiss?



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written in 7 minutes for National Poetry Writing Month for April 16

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