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my words in the air hang for all to see a slight breeze makes me stutter a strong gust renders me mute | sometimes my words come out garbled, incoherent, I get embarrassed and I shutdown without a thought about anything else | you are beside me fingers laced, too tight OK, I can only stare at you, concentration is impossible, the many things I want to say to you have turned to mush I need you to speak for me until I can use my words again I need you to tell yourself how much you mean to me, things you already know or else you would not be here with me |
originally published winter 2013-2014
going sideways 