I Do Not Speak

Posted: February 3, 2018 in Uncategorized

No more imaginary conversations
I abandon explanations even to myself.

The yellow sun burns bright
wasps congregate in the attic.

There are muddy footprints tracked through dust
I expectorate gobs of pollen.

Clear the passages to promote full breaths
I inhale deeply I do not speak.

  1. A moment is perfectly caught, the presence of flu, despair , saddness


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