Sunday 24 April 2011

Sucks to your Assmar

I hem the inhaler's circular mouth
with my lips,
press the fat trigger,
breathe in.

In Lord of the Flies they killed
Piggy for this. Though
at least he met a god first:
neither extremity,

will be mine, it
seems. Pop the cap on
Slot the device in

a drawer.
Breathsafe for another day.
Heart giddyup.

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