Jessica Lynn Smith

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OUR ALGORITHMS WERE ALL WRONG

I bubbled to the surface
& came loose in morning sun.
It was a very specific pocket of time

where I held my blue breath
& your voice was loud it vibrated
my whole body. I dismantled

déjà vu & saw two thousand
days of experiment and hypothesis
to make these lungs into tiny bellows

but it was a dim, gray theory
because what you called animal instinct
I considered a breathing expedition.

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