Chest

Stretch the body & the mind will follow,
That's what I heard.

Breathing is so much harder when it's intentional breath
Didn't they tell us it's one of our vital signs
A beat, a rhythm to life

When we hold our breath we desecrate time
We claim it as our own experience
Rather than our flight through the galaxy

Onward, ticks the clock,
Onward says the chest

My self mastery feels like a far dream when I analyze my breath
Not good at measuring, or controlling it
My mind moves my tongue warp speed
But my breath falls behind

Even the pen glides with rapidity
But where is my breath? My presence?

My heart and lungs convene to project my personhood
My breasts intimidate in all their wild freedom
Watch out now,
I have arrived