Poem: Still, Breathing

There’s nothing better than a day that starts well. You’re breathing.

That’s the start you crave. And if the woman in the car cuts you off

and the guy at the bar laughs at you you’re still breathing.

If the bank won’t play the sort of overdraft game you crave and if they say your craft isn’t the same as anything worthy of a rave

you are still breathing. The…