Turn of phrase saved me, just.
I do not vomit, phobia clots my mouth.
I can lie, you know, I know
I never told you that.
My teeth shatter when I’m afraid
Explanations hidden in my useless tongue.
I never told you I was afraid,
Just my breath steamed out red, and I snapped and bit
Cursed and curdled screams, at midnight, at full moon
Insults flow easily then.
I needed you close, but not in with me
A consultant, not an accomplice, to get out free
Like light as air, later maybe
My head won’t weigh down like lead.
I feel like childlike, in colours and tears, smiles,
I calculate, like a lawyer I balance subjects with paperweights
And compare my colours and numbers.
I lock this up, and plead with myself guilty. Not guilty.
I will tell you at the end and the beginning,
I will drag out the scarves colour by colour and
Reasons numbered 1, 2, 3…
I will tell you.
Like throwing up stones from my stomach,
And letting them fall, 3...4...5…into your palm.
I will exhale and the breath will melt from white,
We will begin.
