Poem – “Breath”

He didn’t have many words this weekend.
Just not that many words.
Or words at the wrong time
like 3 in the morning
after praying:
“My landlord is so shit you know”.
But at that time I don’t know.

I wake to him staring at me
my mouth open, stale breath.

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