hot breath

Deeply again: Haaaaaaaahhh.
Tongue out, breathing out.
I’m either a dragon, or a clown.
To purge a sickness, it’s worth a try.

This is Mommy’s remedy.
In my bath, I’d like to believe.
The flame of a candle flickers:
Images of a vigil, a dying sun.

After all our astronomy,
We looked back ten years.
The images sickened me.
Explosions: paper, people falling.

A decade has gone by.
And I’d like to believe.
But with all this inertia,
It’s still hard to swallow.