Oro / gold stuck in my throat
she ate and left no crumbs
is a new metaphor for the
oro-boros
burro
burros
a pierna suelta
there could be a heart and a loose leg
no brain activity
maybe it is in the other world where
you and i live
under covers and layers of lace so think
thousands of fine silks between my heart and yours
the clouds thicken and clothes up my throat
asthma
my best friend
a good friend who
will run you to death
will hide yer inhaler
will get you
to eat raw onions
steal 'em from your friend's fridge
a symbol of true friendship
is
waking up in the middle of the night to give your dying non-breathing-well friend a clove
of raw garlic
only to find
she is a cage of her flesh and bones and breath and blood
and empty inside
years pass and she is no longer shaking
the way a tree is no longer alive
and from afar looks whole
and only one little itch a scratch she can't reach
and it all falls down
now broken pieces of the aforementioned shell life
but what a life she led! little shell of a person!
little wolf in sheep's mink fur coat
and silk heels
and gemstone clips
a necklace everytime she squaks
a shiny piece of leather
a sheep's collar
and inside but did you know
layers and layers of fluffy cotton, gauze, lace, silk
in-between her voice and the air
what you heard that sounded like speaking
was only her
wheezing