pressing

the weight of it is like a hot humid air
that settles in my lungs
when i breath my tongue tastes its heavy
thick pressing

sitting quietly to think
of how its gained in size
each breath still rolling
like a long damp wedding dress

ive taken to sleeping on both of my arms
we talked about its causes and life history map
but its the weight of my body each night that
puts my arms to rest
while the weight in my chest is an anchor for me
for laying my soul down to sleep