On Vacation

On the peaks of Mt. Something, don’t try to remember what
You lose all the feeling in your lower body and are
Forced to believe you are alive based only on the asthmatic ache in your chest
Distracted by me, your saliva turns solid in your mouth

And meet my other woman with no name
Looking somehow breezy at however many below
Grimace with her for a morning mourning moment
So to say
As we summit
She commits her mouth to words
Contorting herself with a life I do not find at home
So with no breath
I say, “Yes.”