"A Dog’s Breath"

Written By

Ann Chiappetta

A hectic day  

a Retreat into four walls of sanctuary

The effort of presentation 

of professionalism, of being evaluated 

And On the lowest rung 

Burned like a premeditative strike.

 

Was I so horribly misunderstood?  

 

hopes dissipated

Deflated balloons, once bright and buoyant now

Burst, flatulent and dispersed

 

There I sat

Fingertips on the keyboard, confidence compromised   

In the office falsetto

I  breathed

 

And Caught the sound with closed eyes

In-out,  in-out, in-out

A partner in rhythm

Lying by my side.

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