gasp poem
May 21st, 2016
I yawned
into my palm
to keep polite
trying to catch it
in my fingers but
the hot air
grazed passed my grip
like heat through the bars of a vent
but I don’t worry
I know I will
gasp again.
I yawned
into my palm
to keep polite
trying to catch it
in my fingers but
the hot air
grazed passed my grip
like heat through the bars of a vent
but I don’t worry
I know I will
gasp again.