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the weeze that my heart makes



bronchioles
a
pitter-patter
of just
confusion

where is
where
is my
where is my


breath

juvenile pop songs
tell me i can't
breathe with
no air

huff huffing
puff puffing
not
with
some
of nature's green
but these
very two lungs
this
fiber this
pressure
my chest
heaves
c
  l
      i
        m
              b
                    i
                        n
                              g
                            s
                        t
                  a
            i
        r
    s


tenuousness
weeping
worrying
torment

i let my lips
feel the wisp,
a quake of a
inhale
the stutter
of an exhale


oxygen c r ee  pin g
to my brain

[without a shunt
like my mothers']

multiple choice questions
give me no break
or illusions
of my intelligence

[but first;;;

the inhale


then the exhale.]







Author notes

asthmabotheringmecan'tbreathecan'ttakeanymoretests

but it's barely begun
and the fact that i lost my inhaler

is not helping.


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  • internal heights
    October 25

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    I was certain you were talking about pot until the "not
    with
    some
    of nature's green
    but these
    very two lungs" part. As soon as I realized you were talking about asthma I almost laughed out loud thinking about how simple yet affective subject asthma is. I started thinking about what famous poets wrote about when they were young and it just struck me as funny how most of the time they would ponder deep philosophical questions, wallow in intense emotions, etc. while you write about asthma. I love it hah!

    Thought: It's hard to burn with the stereotypical creative emotion most writers of poetry consider the driving force for poetry when you can't breathe properly. You're entirely outside the workings of the system!

    On a more personal note I hope you're feeling better and enjoying life and college. Best,


  • sixtimesseven
    October 22
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    great poem though.


  • girl shaman
    October 22

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    oh dear, i do hope you get that inhaler soon :/
    but wow. i have never read something so unique when it comes to
    not breathing right and the fact that it's true makes it even more brilliant
    but yikes asthma is no fun. hope you get well soon hunnie <3


  • fangfreak1016
    October 21

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    i really liked this. i liked the content and i liked the form and arrangement. very well done. it reminds me of e e cummings, who is one of my favorite poets. very good poem.

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