sitting here losing teeth.
sitting here with lots of my mind
sorting a new way to start and I feel lost.
I felt a lot better freezing about it. I am feeting
and I have to pee. although I might try to
shake it out of you.
I’ll have the fritatta and the restroom please.
something meaningful with less coffee.
you’ve come with me when at some point
words stop mattering. maybe that’s
it—words. they stop mutt. I touch. I tuck
with full effect into the meanings. the meanings rub the wrong way
and get a foul. why is it do you think I
always hold out my hand? seriously do you think
I am disbelieving just to touch your
tongue? I have had some secrets I lost.
the way to the words that are meant. some
are for someone,
but nobody could be more. think of the teeth.
