even alone in a tiny room
i sense them breathing—these
people, all the time.
walls, buildings, sidewalks all exhaling
the air is fetid with exhaling.
i can't inhale:
every wisp of air
is stolen by these
people, all the time.
it is scavenged away
i don't know where.
if i could find it
(like a scuba diver with a parachute)
i would stuff it all
in a big balloon
and float away
from all these
people, all the time.
When Mel Brooks was the President in the movie Spaceballs, he had little cans of fresh air. Maybe you could find some of those? Oh -- and tennis balls ... they always come in one of those vacuum packed thingies!
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