Space Made of Breath I emptied the cup and then poured out the emptiness but then I looked in and there was still more what was your original face before you were born and what was the original face of this cup when it was still just the dust of the earth? what was the "i" before it grew into a self-important capital? lost its dot into a glazing that wanted to shine even though it was just earth cradled between someone's hands a container for emptiness and you can never pour it out it's too full of itself like I'm too full of "I" and dust I am Earth that wants to be cradled but my bones are too full of emptiness and when you look at my breath it disappears, it was never there you can't add air into air and make it separate why do we try so hard to draw our diaphragms into space made of breath?
Maija Haavisto has had two poetry collections published in Finland: Raskas vesi (Aviador 2018) and Hopeatee (Oppian 2020). In English her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in e.g. Moist, Capsule Stories, Soul-Lit, ShabdAaweg Review, The North, Streetcake, ANMLY, Eye to the Telescope, Shoreline of Infinity and Kaleidoscope. Follow her on Twitter at: http://www.twitter.com/DiamonDie
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