i have been driving from one severe weather zone then back into another. it is spread from here to there and over there and up there, too.
my thoughts (or are those feelings?) are smushed up inside. thick like humidity. of course, breathing backwards can never sound a certain way. but, i shall record it anyway. for you. i already have, actually.
but that was not this breath i am breathing.
i have spent a night and a day reading words, and still i am not finished.