She Waits for Me to Catch My Breath
I feel my heart wringing itself out
Twisting and tangling veins
Not letting anything good or new flow through
Only sharp, deepening pains
I want my mind to slow down
So I put my palm on my head
I list my time in seconds
Blue surfaces from the red
My shoulders descend
My eyes open
& see my daughter in the rear view
I put the car in reverse
and get the car to finally move
Whitney Lozada is a writer based in Humboldt County.