A stitch of breath uphills my heart . Every cure . also predator . I am a metronome of still here . I watch the breakdown lane for hot tubs . Submerge . my lungs in olympic sized hope . Lap breast stroke . Eyes open under chlorine . A soundtrack of childrens' songs . whenever I return . to the air
There is nobody in my horizon . save children and the elderly . I forget how to talk . to my own decades . My mother becomes . the only useful memory of her father . With no warning . hands me the keys to her car . I must find my temporary home with no directions . Do I remember how to drive ? Where to trust ? my memory ? or my reflexes ? How to make them friends with benefits
No one is endangered . by her trust . in me
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