the trick’s not existing. no, simply exhaling is easy as spinning. your body a whirlwind as yr friend raises drinks to starvation in foreign countries with names longer than their longest rivers. you spin all night & your friend passes out on a couch. breathing, body shifting room to room—that’s never been the hard part. its everything else. then you remember the night you felt alive, walking five miles to the city graveyard & back. the wind slight, moon flushing light. how even the trees bent forward as if in awe of you.