Poetry

A Place To Breathe

I still watch Tom and Jerry
sitting cross-legged
mouth slightly agape
Intensely fascinated
Immensely entertained
and lord knows I’ve
seen them all before
but that doesn’t matter
It’s a warm place
to breathe
To gather myself
I just don’t have the
Froot Loops
anymore

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