Lost in Circulation

Pronunciation stiff
from disuse. Fear cracked
and chipped from the antonym. My tone
reveals a humidity
no rain could cure. Too close
for comfort she’ll say. I won’t say a word

as I inhale her breath
from an open window.
Air-conditioning would seal
the hermit in me for good
(and for bad).

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