piles up, squashing my nimbleness
of speech, of thought
Things I say over top of it
lack the connection to underlying structure,
can't indicate the muscle, bone, and sinew
They slope off like fluff -
they don't hold my interest,
I can't write them down
And the stuff I'm not talking about
hulks in its darkness -
seems like I'll need more than words
to pull it out.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2022
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