Often at night,
I find myself breathless
Windows wide open
Curtains fluttering
Probably not
A lack of oxygen
Right?
Right
I firmly nod
My heart hurts
Pits scraped from
Empty restaurants
Voided relief bills
No handouts from
Mom or Dad
Chest pounds again
Pang of pain
My ribs feel a little
Brittle this
Late in the eve
Off the pills
No thermometer or
Medication
An island
A world
Alone
I dance with you in my heart
But my breath is staggered
Job really nothing much to
Write home about