I a... <br />...wake <br /> <br />covered in glorious glitter <br />smelling strongly of PVA glue <br /> <br />sticking to my cheek <br />very <br /> <br />hung <br />over <br /> <br />& covered in blueorange <br />yellowred feathers <br /> <br />a bubble <br />recently blown <br /> <br />perched upon <br />my nose <br /> <br />I...still....half coma...tose <br /> <br />tiny bubbles travel <br />amongst my curls <br /> <br />as through <br />a bigger bubble brightly <br /> <br />nestling neatly <br />over my right eye <br /> <br />I observe <br />my tiny daughter <br /> <br />purse her lips <br />& kiss <br /> <br />more bubbles <br />into being. <br /> <br />“Till...y! ” <br /> <br />I force my lips <br />(still frozen in sleep) <br /> <br />to some <br />how speak: <br /> <br />“What...you...do? ” <br /> <br />(even my syntax and sentence structuring is shot) <br /> <br />She smiles sweetly: “I’m <br />...pretty-ing you! ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-pretty-oh-so-pretty-for-scarlett/
