my panic sack would have
contained enough breath
to blow out most of this
year’s birthday candles
inverted,
a mask tumbles out like
some kind of lung-wallet,
hinting whispered
passwords
i hyperventilate into it
with resignation upon
each casting of a socially
distant wave
splashing between crests—
a sense of security swells
in my chest as i drown in
absolute safety...
"pest bag"
©2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
my panic sack would have
contained enough breath
to blow out most of this
year’s birthday candles
inverted,
a mask tumbles out like
some kind of lung-wallet,
hinting whispered
passwords
i hyperventilate into it
with resignation upon
each casting of a socially
distant wave
splashing between crests—
a sense of security swells
in my chest as i drown in
absolute safety...
"pest bag"
©2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
i wonder if they plan to build
colonies for the infected
this century ?
