Gonna breathe again
White noise in stereo with a mist, the jumbo cup from the first time we saw the Nats play at RFK, the cherry drops, and now the puffers after days of phone tag, that's all I need. And surprise. Nothing makes me breathe like a splash of water across the face, and my pipes never see it coming. The phone's the same way. Ring and I reset, for minutes at least. I can fall back below when we're done and let the catch retake me. Days pass. But surprise and I forget. I don't even realize the fight.
The fight! It's spilling out the revolving door, briefly nose-smushing as the door spins after tumbling down the stairs from whatever drawing room first saw the insult and retort flip the cardtable, coffee not jacks flying whichever rough direction the backhand flew, now swinging back beyond the grasp of the maitre'd and the leaping busboy, some bodies into the flower pots and a dozen others out of cracking chairs, plated sauces set to splatter, umami comfort versus street disrupted, quickly metallic, robotic versus chaotic, the customers now off the ropes and the kitchen charging around the door, three at once madly, clown cars of aprons and a frying pan into a rubber-band ball, menus topple and the bisque is in the air, half the street turning with sirens coming, and around us I'm missing it all because you're talking and I'm surprised.
April 25th, 2009 at 11:26 AM
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April 28th, 2010 at 1:50 PM
i have been suffering from Asthma ever since i was little kid. i can only manage it by taking medicines and some food supplements. |
December 12th, 2011 at 10:55 PM
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