Choking On Baby Food
Floating
the start of my existence
sleeping
seventy percent of my beginning
Hitting the air
still buoying
Wasn’t I supposed to be awake for this
rose petals and hand guns
all the textures and noise
Juggling and magic and bovine fecal matter
start to simmer my sentience
reason and choices and responsibility
become cards n my deck for the first time
Still
the damage has been done
lack of use has petrified my joy
October 3, 2015
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.
Cannot remember where I found image, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made and no offense intended.
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