Don'T Ask Me Questions When I'M Breathing In - Poem by Francesca Johnson
'I'm only a man.
as I'm breathing in.
I have to concentrate.
until I breathe out.'
So what do you want for dinner?
I'm doing a bit of hoovering and dusting,
adjusting the muck (I need a fork lift truck!) ,
while peeling the spuds.
Take your time answering,
I don't expect a flash-in-the-pan reply.
I know you try
After all, you're only a man....
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