This air in my chest is keeping
me there
In, out
We exchange molecules and atoms
of gas
This bit of flesh on the edge of
my face
pink and warm
this is my lip, made for kissing
the foreheads
of small children
This callused flesh on the edge
of my phalanx
my fingertip, communicating even
now with rhythmic taps
This sharp edge, rubbing my right
foot
The toenail of my left big toe,
protecting it
Words, labels for the elements of
life
I know them better as
Myself
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