Sea cucumbers —
breathe
through
their cloaca.
Yes.
Not only
do they
exist,
they inhale
oxygen —
anally.
Imagine
gasping
for life —
through your ass.
Sometimes this is what I need.
Because what even is survival,
if not an awkward breath
from somewhere unexpected?
When the world offers no obvious oxygen,
you breathe through what you have.
Through the absurd,
the undignified —
the laughter
we're told to hide.
Through the joke
that gets you reported to admins.
Hope we survive this day too.
Healing begins
with deep rest —
with acceptance
of what is.
From
releasing control.
Breathing —
through our whole being.
May we all find our cloaca.