A Feeling In Your Bones

cold wind
Brian Hogan

I open my window to thick heavy air

That feels like cement dust, or ashes, or cotton

It’s clumpy and sticks to the sides of my throat

I’m tired of breathing, and being forgotten

I tighten my jacket, and hug my own ribs

And look through the winter, around, at the faces

These empty reflections tell me a story

I realize I don’t know where my own place is

I tasted, then swallowed, a love unrequited

That burned like a firecracker deep in my throat

With ash in my mouth, and embers in my lungs

I turned for the door without leaving a note

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About Brian

About Brian

Brian is a Writer, Clarity Coach, Filmmaker and Adjunct Professor who loves teaching and learning, and living in the uncertainty of it all.


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