Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
　　wings of pink blood, and your bones
　　empty themselves and become hollow.
　　When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
　　and your heart is light too & huge,
　　beating with pure joy, pure helium.
　　The sun’s white winds blow through you,
　　there’s nothing above you,
　　you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
　　radiant & seablue with love.
　　It’s only in dreams you can do this.
　　Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
　　a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
　　the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight
　　down on the think pink rind of your skull.
　　It’s always the moment just before gunshot.
　　You try & try to rise but you cannot.