all i
do is regurgitate all
my vowels in
the opposite order. my
consonants are tangled in
a barrel; to pull
out one is to
bury
yourself in my
unspoken words. remember
how i used to
sort through them
so carefully? this
past year is
a kaleidoscope of
misjuggled words: please
catch and rephrase, my
meaning is lost behind "i'm sorry"
and "please be patient"
and "I don't know what I'm doing".
this is what i know--that every syllable
is a miracle i long
to repeat past
its expiration date. the
only thing that
comes with ease is
the doubt.
Gender:
Points: 2188
Reviews: 74