Thursday, March 30, 2017

Giggling I AM: a poem


I AM
has grasped my imagination,
teased me apart,
until the space between my molecules
Giggles
and I gasp out
“STOP IT!”
and can lay on the floor,
looking up at the water stains on the ceiling
and,
still snuffing and grinning
cry out a moment later

YES. DO IT AGAIN!

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