Extremities

I bit my tongue for so long
It went numb- so
I tried to write it all down
Then I switched to typing
But no matter which method I used
My asthmatic fingers
Couldn’t keep up
With all the time
I’ve been under your thumb

The prompt is “my fingers have asthma” from Maria Giesbrecht @theguelphpoet on Instagram. April 21, National Poetry Month 2022.

In the Cafe

Fingers trace

the crescent moon coffee stain
on the otherwise white napkin.

Nothing left
between us now
but donut crumbs.

– This poetry form is called a Cherita.

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