The Not Ready For Facebook Poem

3 AM and my mouth is dry, sitting at my desk, not thinking about mom, working on the test i need to write, today's her birthday, went to sleep at 9ish, trying to breathe, mom taught me about breathing, also writing a consequence quiz, she said breathe in deeply and relax, answering work emails- sigh, I only remember seeing mom breathe deeply when she smoked, emails about poetry meeting in 5 hours, she walked with a green oxygen tank for her last 15 years, i'm trying to breathe deeply as I take a cool drink of water, mom's last words were, "I can't breathe."