these days, i hold

these days, i hold
my breath like it is
really going to make
a difference this
time, like the fog
will lift just
enough so that
i can do math
again – compare
apples to oranges,
your passing to
someone else’s
loss. if i squint, i
can almost make
out something solid
on the other side
of the equation



  1. slpmartin

    You made me recall when I was forced to go to Sunday School…how I would squint at the lights on the ceiling making stars to entertain myself…thanks for reminding me of those days…loved the poem.

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