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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Breathing On My Own


if love were oxygen
I'd carry a tank
wouldn't you?

its necessary to breathe,
isn't it?
that is, if love is breathing...

but love makes me
breathless
steals my oxygen
and makes my heart pump
too fast so that it
over-fills with blood
and primes it redder

if you were
my oxygen
I'd inhale
my rib cage flush with my diaphram
then take a long time to exhale
so that I'd feel light-head
and intoxicated

knowing you provide me with
what I need most
that one essential
which feeds my entire body
and makes it work

but what would I do
if you should remove
yourself
and thus
remove the essential oxygen
which I think I need

I remember now
this has happened once
and will happen again

it is the human condition
to move on and leave
leaving with the love
I once thought I couldn't
breathe without

but I'm a fool if I believe this

love isn't oxygen
nor are you singularily
the very fuel
I believe
I won't live without

oxygen is more like
a process
of self-regulation
a natural exchange
if I settle into myself
I will begin to believe
I am the generator

I can breathe on my own.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 7/27/2022 7:27AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
TIME AND DATE STAMPED, AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED  AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE NAME:
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...(GOD BLESS YOU GRANDFATHER T.)





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