To breathe is to choose,
to kiss a stranger on the neck, say "oops".
To breathe is to choose
the suddeness of riding a stop further than usual,
see NewSights, SoftSnog with life, say "wow".
To breathe is to open your eyes up wide, dance yourself into
the compartment and sing in the whole fucking world through the window,
treat your neighbour to a lolly or a Drambuie, say "G'day!"
To breathe is to activate the day,
to do that which you've never done before,
turn up
your anus towards the sun and say "go!"
To do that which you've never done before,
bathe in strong colour, cry totally loud
at work, scream "shiiiit!"
and with staggering steps get on that bus
this time ask the driver to gasstep you to a land
where softness no longer has to crawl into the luggage compartment,
where the only word left in the lawbooks,
is
"hep!"
To breathe is to lie down across
the desk and ask the boss to massage
your inner thighs.
to breathe is to climb up a tree and let go,
spread out your collarbones and disappear.
float away completely without any
shame in the body, yell
"blueberryday!".
To breathe is to scrunch up the ticket
cowardturn home from the station with a sausageroll,
say "oh dear"
To stay put in a place with
eyes wide as tambourines
dream of maybe blueberrypie,
write postcards away
about nice weather and horizonwide pillows
To breathe is to sit down
say "here now"
Call up success say,
I don't have time for you anymore

Then dial the number to your neighbour
put winebottles on the steps
claim some kind of holiday, some kind of
beginning...

(from Lugna puckarnas mosebok. 2000)

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