It isn’t as though there is not enough air to go around.
Even the sci-fi movies – the ones I’ve seen- have yet to pit
the black-hatted baddies against the white-toothed heroes
over the last supply of oxygen
for the earth’s last pockets of breathable air.
Still, none of it seems to be coming my way today;
or if it does, it blows in with a windy explosion,
or the bear hug of a boa constrictor;
a crushing, breathless embrace,
when all I wanted was a gentle kiss.

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