By El Engerman
you match your inhales to mine as i do yours
we exhale together, warming the frigid air
waning clouds of stale smoke drift lazily overhead
joined by the ghosts leaving our mouths and noses
i press my ear to your chest, to your lungs
secretly i test you, in sync for a minute
then i fill my lungs, my chest, to bursting
undeterred, you catch up to me on the exhale
and we breathe together once again
