I write as I breathe
Hoping the intubation will keep my lungs going
As I breathe, I speak
With the voice that was given to me, (and) it can be retracted at any moment
I hold my voice-box tightly
As I hold my lover on the days, we exhaust ourselves
I play Thee Stallion, and ancient poets travel through my mind.
Here in this moment, the intubation malfunctions
The voice collapses
The writing stays incomplete.
12/22
