The Musings of a Malcontent
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Poems and Prose #106 - Uvula
The articulations seep
from his mouth into the air,
furious sounds
that signify something
weightless and invisible.
He clears his throat
and prepares to let the gas
in his lung sacs
rejoin that which
hangs all around him.
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