In the jeepney: Asthma

The day's come down with asthma. You know those days when the clouds chase the sun off the paved road? That's you, baby, the whole odd spectacle. The gasping and wheezing of the heart you get in a freak show. Whappack, klug. Knife after knife that miss the limbs of the spinning wife. I throw and and miss and what if I don't? Wonder how you bleed, glug glug glug, blobs of blood and viscera.