To The Swan: A Poem Without Poetry

(Or, Get Well Soon, Please, Thank You) 

To The Swan: Get Well Soon,

(a poem without poetry, hopefully a fragment)

by johanna Faust

i want to write a sonnet gleaming 

but heart in my mouth, i keep holding my breath

it has been so hard for me, to do any good thinking

hard for me to breathe, to get breath

excuse me, hard for who?

um, me, um, i am breathing fine actually, that was, um

meant as a metaphor.  seems a bit out of touch

the meaning when literal,  seems apt, not so much

when its literal you stay in touch 

with the anchors to this world in the here now beauty

where you feel sick & feel happy & laugh & cry

feel tired and weak & i hope not often, alone

i hope someone is there with me

like i want to be there for you

i hope that someone could even possibly be

because then you’d still be around, even you

machines beepingly dripping, they keep my friend breathing

they keep his heart beating as he is reading my verse.