Asthma

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Asthma

More wheezing than breathing,
like a blood pressure cuff
tightening around my chest.
Shoulders clenched to the neck,
eyes glassy, diaphragm sore,
exhausted from lack of air.

More panic than pain,
being wrung like a rag.
You try relaxing
when your heart drums
too little oxygen
from flaccid lungs.

Pray for that first deep open breath,
that gulp of cool water on a stifling day.

 

(Yesterday’s Living Poetry Prompt was “Inhale“.)

 

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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13 Responses to Asthma

  1. J's avatar J says:

    Ah… all too familiar!

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  2. Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld's avatar Lisa Tomey says:

    Oh my goodness! That’s what it feels like? WOW!! I am sorry for any suffering from this.

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  3. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    Best description of an asthma attack I’ve read.
    “like a blood pressure cuff
    tightening around my chest.”

    Well done

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  4. jupitergrant's avatar jupitergrant says:

    Hope you’re doing okay 💖

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