(br e akd o w n)A Poem by Brittany
We were in our robes. I sneezed.
She looked at me and didn't say anything.
I tried not to notice the stain on her collar.
I was drinking cold coffee. She was drinking cabernet.
Her skull-cap was crooked.
I tried not to notice this.
She smokes two cigarettes to my one.
It makes me think about ratios.
I have two lungs to her one.
I didn't want to think of this.
We get up to go inside. I
reminded her to put on her oxygen.
(Sometimes she forgets.)
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4 Reviews Added on September 15, 2010 Last Updated on September 16, 2010 AuthorBrittanyMTAboutI don't know me. And, you don't know you. We fit so good together 'cause I know you like I know myself. more..Writing
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