Page 75 - When I was Young ebook
P. 75
Let me speak
Yet as I my position my pursed lips
yet as I visualized the words, phrases,
compounds, and hanging ends
sounds synthesized on teeth
grunts and labial stops
Yet no voicing
No script telling of the pain
no script that can be written well enough
filled by a philosopher of pharmacy
a pill to pop the top to my honesty
top off releasing the questions
this box was a stuffed crust of your
suggestions
the fears and feelings I’d been floating in
flagrantly
Buried deep beneath the words
I wrote today
