Change

This new flavor of oxygen

seems to be suiting me just fine—

because I can breathe and move

and see and feel

and smell and taste everything

(at least enough).

My blood is red again;

shoulders have a head again;

my mouth has motion again;

and I want to sink my teeth

into everything—

Because all the words

they’ve been holding back

(for nineteen years at least)

have filed them

into fangs.

So watch out—

I’m afraid you’ve caught me

in the middle

of a great change.