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Odin's Breath to an Asthmatic
Itching hands, scratching all over,
And the risk of anaphylactic shock.
Only the Gods can help me now.
Breathe through a cocktail straw.
Odin's breath before any blue-fuchsia
Death and a syringe full of epinephrine.
Stick it into my arm & hope in all
Of the confusion, Odin will breath me.
Odin's constriction let me know this
Could end calamitously, and it may,
As yellow pollen, gently falling from the
Acacia trees outside, scatters shards of light.
© Todd Schirm
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