Times (like these)
There are times (like these)
I use songs to breathe
where my knees
would leave
would leave
would leave me
The ward dim-lit
a baby cries- I don't know which
mine's unknown to me
He lives here and I'm a visitor
covid checked inspected
And every morning the question
spills out my body
out of my eyes out of my
hollow womb
In times like these I use songs to
breathe
When my knees would leave
but remain beneath me