Three Little Words

how sweet it would be
to open my mouth
& tell you
everything
all the somethings in my head
1-10
a-z
like stardust falling to the earth

occasions come & go
just like a calendar in a bin
& you might never know
the taste of seaweed
the feel of skin
electric
the dash of darkness
the time
run down

it all comes out
wrong
bitten back with blood
it’s easier to sing a song
than tell the truth
to spit it out
authentic
& pale as a spoon

counting down the time
10-1
graphing x & y
this never was easy
but
at least
when push came to shove
i knew what to do

& maybe
i will again
be able to speak against
the thunder & hail
maybe tomorrow
maybe someday