yawn

Cover your mouth when
you yawn
my momma scolds
me, recounting the time she was
a young girl, riding a bicycle down
the green slope. She too
stretched opened her mouth,
crinkled her nose and watered her eyes,
and it was too late
for both of them
my mother and the
fly.
I'm not sure what the hill
has to do with
anything - maybe it follows the
plot of the story with
the resolution.

I still yawn with my mouth open most
of the time, waiting for
that fly or other winged insect
to invade my airspace,
colonize my insides, and make
me ill. Make me want to throw
up so that I am no longer
bored, yawning.