It's easy to breathe if you're breathing breathe all you want the air is too cold and weak to run away your life is a gift with your name on it a word there's no word for breathe all you want it's easy to breathe if you're breathing the air is an all-you-can-breathe buffet it's hard work cheering up sad machines hard work cleaning a number's cage our heartbeats are staggered staples holding us together birds sing like kettles boiling song-water your life is a gift with your name on it and your life is a word there's no word for breath all you want breathe all you want
About this Poem
This poem is from Jason Heroux's most recent collection Hard Work Cheering Up Sad Machines (2016). You can find it and more of his works in the KFPL catalogue. More information about the author can be found on his his personal blog.