Words,
they start in my chest
lead anchoring me down
to the earth
until they flutter
their wings
beating faster
frantic canaries
inflating my lungs
like an air ballon
raising me
higher
lifting
me
off my feet
until
I am breathless
delirious
crooning
words
half prayer
half confession
into
this sphere
called
earth.
Nguyet Mai 
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