Atmospheric Pressure

Atmospheric Pressure

Let forgiveness
come in like breath
I did not mean to draw.
Let it flow,
propelled by the pressure
of the entire atmosphere
being greater than that
of my own lungs.
Let forgiveness
draw into me
by force,
thrust and crammed in
like a deep, satisfying breath
like a yawn mid-sentence
that you were glad for afterward.
Let me forget whatever it was
I was trying to say
as unimportant
because the last thing I need
is to hold a grudge
and the last thing I ever want to do
is to open my mouth
and have the air
stagnate within me.

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