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they say it's supposed to...
by Morgan D Hafeleyou taste like a reflection in a balloon.
your words are distorted in the same way
almost beyond recognition.
when i first noticed, as with everything
when it is seen for the first time,
thought it was new. memory proved me wrong.
and i'm still breathing
asthmatically... empty...
filled for the first time.
my lungs told me from the beginning
but their paper bag crumbling went ignored.
i went ignored.
and you just floated on.04/06/2007 Author's Note: not that i ever really knew the difference.
i'll just keep staring blankly...
Posted on 04/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/06/07 at 02:44 PM All my experiences with balloons come to mind with this - blowing it up, breathing back and smelling the weird air from it, looking into its rounded surface, trying to see something beyond. I really liked "my lungs told me from the beginning but their paper bag crumbling went ignored," and "you just floated on". Well done.
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| Posted by Anita Mac on 04/08/07 at 11:19 PM This is beautifully painful... In an understated kind of way. If that makes sense. |
| Posted by Becca Kinser on 04/10/07 at 11:22 AM This reminds me of a Modest Mouse song. <3 Anyway. I love your brain, as always. |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/11/07 at 01:50 AM very cool..i like the metaphor of the balloon..i also like the imagery of the breathing asmatically :) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/11/07 at 04:49 AM Very interesting imagery here, not that I even claim to know what a balloon tastes like. :-) |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 04/11/07 at 05:08 AM wow. condensed.
what a struggle, your details are strong.
i tasted the nasty stale air in a balloon when i read it. |
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