Future ~ Bob Kesh
That’s some strong shit, I thought
as my lungs pulled
like a vice removed from my throat,
I sat there dazed and lethargic
wondering if I could ever escape,
staring as a baby cried
and her father watched T.V.
Holding her with one hand so
she didn’t roll over like a potato,
smoke weighted on my bones
If I wasn’t so crippled
I would hold her like my future,
rested against my chest,
hoping she would grow.