Breathe- A Poem

Breathe, he said.

I do not want to breathe

I want to pull my pants up.

Heyheyheyheyhey, 

Your curfew isn’t until 10pm-

What’s your rush? he said.

My rush is your breath in my mouth

On my neck

Down my blouse.

My knee, your hand. 

My fist, your elbow. 

Nothing doing. 

Innocence had a curfew, too,

I guess. 

And time was up. 

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