a moment

the downfall for me is that in this small apartment the air becomes impure so fast – my lungs buckle in a snap and hours upon hours are lost to being doubled over gasping for air that does not so quickly come any more. stubborn air. instead a sting at the core and reading is finished at one page. no more. cease. nada. scratching itches of the head, the lower back, at times the arms, yawning. Rudra’s chronic sickness is the constant sneezing: feline herpes. I will try to lay down . . .