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]
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,
6. Frank O’Hara, “Song (Is it dirty),” All Poetry, accessed August 18, 2020,\
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