978

I lived up in the churches
of Prague
and knelt against the hills
of Scotland
wondered why the air
felt the same no matter
where my feet touched

I lived in a time capsule
put together by my old friends
I ate stale chips
read faded magazines
and when I finally surfaced
I wondered why the air
tasted just like my own
breath

I lived in a bottle of wine
and a plastic container of coffee
drinking and eating
‘til I lost my sense of time
well when I started to detox
I wondered why I missed
not seeing straight
missed having a thumpin’ chest