Breath Work:
Abbra Kotlarczyk
Gently inhale & exhale
Right lung, left lung, blink [1]
Hold on to your seat real tight, hold your breath, keep your eyes in your head, and go on [2]
Meditate on the colour that is flesh void of oxygen, also the
discoloured fruit / fingered out of misted windows / into which I breathed [3]
     for years i stood / in the semeny ginko staring at my hands         believing / in afterlives thinking one day I’d wake into / a new kind of body     like a fish suddenly / breathing air through its eyes [4
When ready, place your right pointer finger in the centre of your forehead, your thumb over your right nostril, your middle finger searching for its erogenous zone. 
o separate(d)/strands of our breath!/Bright silver/threads of spirit/O quicksilver/spurt of fist, scansion of/unfocused eyeball [5]
 
References
1. Kaveh Akbar, Calling a Wolf a Wolf (London: Penguin Random House), 36.
2. Alexis Wright, The Swan Book (Artarmon: Giramondo Publishing, 2013), 99.    
3. Omar Sakr, These Wild Houses (Carlton South: Cordite Publishing Inc., 2017), 8.
4. Kaveh Akbar, ibid, 42.
5. “Diane di Prima,” The Allen Ginsberg Project, accessed August 13, 2020, https://allenginsberg.org/2017/08/diane-di-prima/.
6. Frank O’Hara, “Song (Is it dirty),” All Poetry, accessed August 18, 2020, https://allpoetry.com/Song-(Is-it-dirty).\
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