suspended in the humid air like some braided bird in flight
said braids flopping 'round my face
keeping the thick hair from my hot, sweaty neck
balancing my hands on
the grimy scraped-up floor in front of me, feeling
the blood rushing to my head
staring down at the upside-down world through
a translucent purple ball
anchoring my belly, my tanned splayed legs sticking
out behind me, right by
an upside-down toddler passing by, and he says
'why are you doing that Gina? '
'because I want to'
then I came and wrote this on my bed near the
drip-dripping cool rain
through an open window
nothing to do
just waiting for a 'morrow
gina prettybrowneyes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-a-morrow/
