Oro / gold stuck in my throat

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