Wind disorienting me, making me frightened. Or is frightened my go to state? Where my tongue can't lick promises. Where his oath sinks my heart back into its hole where oil spills, farms are deserts, and radioactive fish light the way.
Blasts of air standing me at attention like the war hero who has killed men of different cultures, women who got in the way, children brainwashed into thinking where they're born matters, what their parents believe matters, why they fight matters.
Breezes distracting me, confusing my purpose. Making me forget why I went upstairs, why I'm tired, why I close the gate, why I love him, why I hurt, why I can't stop wondering why?
Buffs in my eyes, brings on amnesia. I forget to do the piled up laundry, water the lettuces and herbs, write a poem, turn on the dishwasher, call my mother, change the sheets, take a walk, vacuum the hairy rugs, lay in the sun.
Cyclone breaths shatters glass in my skull, ripping reason like paper tearing, like confetti in a tornado, like closing doors in a fire, like backing up on a cliff, like running with a chainsaw, like kissing a twirling fan.
Gales hollering in my ears, judging me, or is judgement my go to assumption for sinking wine, for growing wrinkles, for mastering the bed, for lack of warrior pose, for looking in the mirror, for needing a smile, for wanting one last breathe.