A lung has escaped my body.
I’d been walking down the street when
it emerged right out of my chest.
The left one. Not the right – the smaller one that keeps room for my heart.
It’s no longer in me but out.
Not at all fleshy or muscular, but more
like something boiled for far too long.
liquid lung trickling down my leg,
swelling over the edge of my sneaker,
splatting like blob on the sidewalk.
I know inflations ultimately burst
and everything good ends at midnight.
But I always thought when a lung fled the body,
it’d be held tightly in the hands of others.
Published April 30th, 2018 by FishFood Magazine