Choking On Baby Food

Choking On Baby Food

the start of my existence
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

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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