self portrait as a lung

            the lightbox
illuminates my  
                                   bonekeys
risen me                                                     from the depths
of liquid space
                                                                      i strain
                                   abalone shells                     through ribcage

Outthere                  winged things                     use me              perch
                                                                                   drink                  what falls from me.
how i bulge             bloat       with breath
more than                                damp                     i am                   limp
what wafted                            through with me                           makes me whistle

i remember                             how he licked                                 me across the forehead
what was said                        how exotic                                        oh my god
so                                               exotic                                                 the exhalation