this lung has no moon
I lack most characteristics that make humans human. I navigate my silence through a world of mouths. I frequently return to my head to see if there are any new word combinations accurately describing a lung 100x the size of the Earth with no breath to map it. I wake up horrified, most mornings, to find that I'm still stuck in all this sticking. I jump out of bed and run across the room, checking every drawer and every notebook for a breath I haven't used.