We Are Breathing With Two Nostrils Now
We are breathing with two nostrils now. That is my new way of saying “We are cooking with gas now!” And we are. Four burners and a griddle, a broiler and an oven, but no vent hood for the days … Continued
We are breathing with two nostrils now. That is my new way of saying “We are cooking with gas now!” And we are. Four burners and a griddle, a broiler and an oven, but no vent hood for the days … Continued
I’m searching for something stimulating that will not wear me out, for something I can smell through all the snot in my snout, a way to escape the cold (both the sickness and the weather), and, in a thought, (cough,) … Continued
When all of your thoughts turn to coughing and snot and come flying out of your face, they’re no longer profound but they sure get around. You wish it were poems in their place.
I guess the good thing about feeling this way,is that I know how you hurt and so I can relate.But, there’s that good thing, so it’s not the same.For you, there’s no point of pain day after day.
Funny how when I stretch my arms up in the air,my soul has more room to grow.This invisible thing near my chest and my brainuses these cells to tell and to know.
In lieu of flowers,plant vegetables,and then you’ll keepyour table full,and you’ll still die,just not as soon,and we’ll plant flowersby your tomb.
I’d advise: do not go outwhen there is no wind.A mosquito will slurp you up his snout and spit you out again.
This computer that I type onwill not always be mine.Like all machines like this,it belongs more to a time.But we can stretch its life,or rather, we can stretch its use,with some things new– a trackpadand a battery with more juice.