It’s all OK, but I can’t breathe
It’s all OK, but I can’t breathe.
Everything else is working out well
and doing just fine.
The breathing is
pretty-much
the central problem.
Well, I suppose it’s only a problem
if you fear death.
Many suppose they don’t fear death
fewer just plain don’t.
I’m thinking fear.
What with not breathing
and some interpersonal problems
that would probably take much longer to unfold.
I’d really like to breathe.
In hale.
That worked.
Problem solved.
I feel especially fortunate.
