a connection
that drops in and out
in and about
asthma that likes to shout:
“young man,
gather yourself from
restful sleep
go in the other room and
turn on the
fan blades above you…”
there comes a breeze
from the ceiling
while reading
while wheezing
youngin’
your odd
existence
is troubled
. . .
one cat is
still small
enough to be
called a kitten
she is referred to
as my
little baby
and when I curl
her in my arms
against her will
she lets me know it
by slicing
through me
with her claws
slices that puff up
and sting and need attention
from running water
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