Life summer air


I was kneeling in a cold church at the altar, praying with my hands, chanting ‘knees arms knees arm shoulders toes shoulder toes’. With each breath I could feel the weight of my words and the sun’s warmth spreading on me like butter. I could feel my nails growing and I knew my prayer was heard.

The air inside of me travelled from a mountain and passed through the lungs of birds, rice farmers and dogs; it killed a flower and saved a sea gull from hitting a rock. Such history in my lungs! Now it’s trapped inside of me for a breath or two, helping my nails grow faster, regenerating my memory of the time I had my nails painted blue to match a summer day in Greece. ‘Life is like a warm summer night at the greek border in 1994’, I thought back then with the warm air in my body.

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