Breathe

The cool night air
filling the corners of my lungs
Those places where the air hasn't been
because my breathing has been shallow
Quickened by the onslaught of chores
and duties
and desires
Robbing myself of the renewing
oxygen
The nights are so short
and the air
that accompanies the sun is so hot
I don't want to breathe it at all
I just want to stay in the night
breathing
deeply
deeply.