When you must
be polite,
or mind your manners,
or some such societal…
Words
we don’t celebrate
the blank page,
we abhor
its crisp
clean
emptiness….
don’t hurl
words at me today,
I am a cream puff,
crispy exterior…
yet somehow,
you smolder in burgundy,
and my stomach shrinks,
waiting for the next words…
You and me,
we talk constantly
about everything
we’re thinking…
More than we can say,
is what we really mean…
Sometimes when I haven’t told
anyone
the person I intend to tell
moves on….
I know there’s a word,
but I can’t find it in the moment
I want to say details
are outlined…
elbow is a funny enough word…
