I’ve forgotten
How to exhale
Relived breathing,
And, forgot to breath.

I’ve begotten
Me.

This current composition book
Has a black colored cover. Usually,
I choose what color
I am next. I’d not minded, much,
The limited blank pages covered
With old thoughts of ‘rest’,
Until it signed its own death.

I don’t mind. I’m dark-different
Than I used to be. I’m a figment
Of cheap composition books. My one
Local grocery store doesn’t have
Yellow composition book covers. I
Wonder why, yellow is a happy color,
Unresigned unto death.

I’ve begotten
Me.

I’ve forgotten
How to inhale
Living breath,
And, I am pissed!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/14/07