Marlboro Reds.
It’s all suspended
in thick air. All the concern in the world
bounding aimlessly off of every possible
surface. It needs to get through.
It needs to push through
the limits, the opposition, the pain.
Without constant pulling there is no gain.
There is no anything
except purposeless breaths, a few molecules
swimming in and out of our lungs. They might
help us get by, but thick air won’t keep us
completely alive.
