While we are here

Since we’d rather break our legs
and not our words
then I do promise you, dear me,
that as long as we stick together
and share this breath for this body.
We’d unwrap each day, not like a gift,
but like lies fleeing truth
and if I lie to you, it is for good
and when we break down,
it is for a better build.
I hold out my arm, broken but willing
to stay alive with you
and fight, and fail
and watch others do same
as we all breathe.

LARDO