Revival

Here, I am blowing this little stream of blue vapor into your parted lips. Here, I am placing my hands on your chest in an X while my red nails distract the crowd of impostor lifeguards closing in. Here is the place to raise the tent, I can feel it in my bones. The snake has perfected his skin, he is ready to be lifted and passed. How did I do it? The process was messy, I’d rather not share it, but look, look at us now. Lemon drops and cherry bombs. It’s the eye of the tiger, went the song I used to sing in the basement alone.