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.