I put my head under the water as it runs cold
in some futile attempt tasting distinctly
of oreos and lime juice and cheese pizza
to quell the nausea that comes with
the daily remembrance of your last inhale.
And I hold my breath, feeling the air trapped in
my lungs like some sort of twisted jail cell,
closing my eyes, and welcoming the head rush.
- for Norma, forever in my heart