Now

I don't breath, I sing.
even when I sigh it sounds 
like I accidentally hum
a couple of notes that
were sung to me last night
while I was sleeping.
It is as if the air is 
my blanket and I most of all
like to rest my head on the 
pillows that are my lungs, the
place where I hear my heart beat
in quadruple time:
I exist,  I exist.