when the common cold struck her, and she cursed the days she used both nostrils to breathe, it led her to think about all the holes on her face.
when one nostril closed, the other breathed.
when both closed, her mouth breathed.
and what if her mouth closed too?
she spared two more holes. her one ear, and the other.
she wondered why you couldn’t breathe through your ears.
an ode to the childish thoughts. the other day, as a natural victim to a blocked nose, i had this thought. i’m sure if i look it up there’s a perfectly appropriate justification. but i didn’t look it up. i sat with the silliness of such a thought, and i enjoyed the wonder of such simple curiosity. i will keep wondering why my ears don’t breathe.