dear r,
the hardest phrases use the shortest words.
they tie up my tongue with such delicately strong fingers
that it doesn’t even hurt when i speak.
and i am just a jumbled catastrophe,
warbling like a bird. you should just leave me
right where i stand with the sun on my shoulder
like the warmth of embarrassment
and all because i would like to say
i love you.
copyright JANEisnotplain 12.17.06
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