there is a boa constrictor
wrapped around my ribcage
there is an old story lodged in my windpipe
and i wish Heimlich had been a composer
so i could write it out without turning blue
i am lop-sided
but, alas
there is no one to lean on
it is heavy
(i must sit down)
where is the floor?
i long to talk to strangers
and keep my house clean
and run my hands across my husband's beard
just one more time
all i feel is a loss of circulation
my words won't reach higher than my chest
struggling to escape,
to wriggle through a sealed-off space
i cannot tell if it is my love reaching through my chest
or if it's....
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
there is a boa constrictor
wrapped around my ribcage
there is an old story lodged in my windpipe
and i wish Heimlich had been a composer
so i could write it out without turning blue
i am lop-sided
but, alas
there is no one to lean on
it is heavy
(i must sit down)
where is the floor?
i long to talk to strangers
and keep my house clean
and run my hands across my husband's beard
just one more time
all i feel is a loss of circulation
my words won't reach higher than my chest
struggling to escape,
to wriggle through a sealed-off space
i cannot tell if it is my love reaching through my chest
or if it's....
