Health

For everyone who is sick with summer allergies.

It is when I see you that I remember I am human.
Limits, limits - I realize I cannot suffice

for what you need; and it kills me
that I am only a quarter of your safety.

We surround you, ghouls around a child's bed
or baby's breath around poppies on a spring day.

My lungs have only you: I slit my chest
in half and find a familiar longing.

If I screamed, I would scream harder
the second time. I cannot reach you

with the loudest of voices and I,
I can only watch you wither.

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I have reached sixteen days of writing hundred-word short stories (a feat!) and I am temporarily on a hiatus because my imagination has encountered its limit. Though I admit to writing in frustration at certain times, I had a lot of fun. I have review classes so I will go back to the project next week. Until then, cheers!