with both hands shoved into my throat
I fumble for loose change words.
digging through all the things not said,
waded up thoughts and crumpled
half sentences. missed opportunities to
say anything. second guessed and
choked down, Freudian slips
that weren't. jesus christ!
and fuck! are abundant. but wait
please, I know there is something, just give
me a second to find what
you want to hear.
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