So That
I am squeezing every ounce of juice from the orange
so that, later, I can drink and know that is all there is to taste,
licking the salt from every almond so that
the bitterness stays with me and not my boys,
obsessing over drops and shapes of ink so that
someone else will know exactly what I had to say,
lying like a dead man in my bed
so that I can breathe tomorrow.