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.