Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I am stuck inside her chewing gum bubble
I feel her hot air holding the shape
Becoming thinner
I can almost see the outside world
She’s blowing slow, hoping it won’t break
trying for the Guinness Book of Records
Man stands beside her, clipboard in hand
Stop clock ticking, time almost up
What happens to me when the bubble bursts?
As a small part of her sleeping mind
I direct her dream time
If I’m not there, I don’t know what will happen
I’m hoping she will hold her breath
Give me time to make a run for it,
get back inside.
She made the record, the pop was soft
I am now wrapped in pink bubble gum
Thrown in the bin where I cannot last long
I place my request with the universe
To return in a better disguise
I don’t think I have yet
earned the right to a whole life
A part of something or someone will do…

© Anita Dawes 2021