This Poem Is Not About Dying.

from the very beginning,

I had been watching myself

waiting, to

know

myself

that is why I felt

out of my

body

from the very beginning,

I was the one hiding

from my shadow,

or my flesh?

never fully in,

or never fully out?

but then I took my last

breath

(or was it my first? the one where my mouth is open and breath does not come in, but goes out, and yet it's an inhale)

why are you so familiar?

I said

why are you so familiar?

I said

to

myself

to,

death