Saturday, December 31, 2005

Lily Harris



Respire Awake



the dull rasp of breathing
startles my nervous head
resting on his shoulder,
uncertain aspirate noise–
the tea kettle
growling with water
the gurgle of my stomach
his obstructed nasal passage
the storm wind seeping
through the door-crack;
annoyance fades
I cannot decipher
between our breaths.







1 Comments:

Anonymous mom said...

I remember. It makes me feel sad.

Monday, January 16, 2006 12:13:00 PM  

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