inflatable planets i shed my breathe like a buffalo herd. being with you was rushing into crowded rooms. we sit in the yard & look up into the night sky's mouth. i know i do not love you & yet here i am with a candle & a survival kit, trying to future. you can spit your soul out if you are not careful. i fill a balloon with it. all the silk & the gloss. how you used to put your fingers down my throat to feel the sleeping animals there. i'd tell you to "stop" & you would say, "how do i know i'll ever see you again?" bullied gag reflex. this is how i made the planet, from my own pounding.