tuesday night zen

quiet faces,

new faces,

aching knees,

big toes,

little feet.

i’m distracted,

i taste

the incense,

i breathe it.

the floor

is shrinking,

did you see

her move?

i wish myself

deaf,

my lungs

stop

and start.

we are hungry,

for oxygen

and tea.

i chant

japenese,

i wait on

three bells,

i bow,

i say

good night,

and drive home,

in the dark.

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