Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I try to talk
But there's something caught on the roof of my mouth
Like sticky rice
I make an odd noise that seems to sound like the the hum of the refrigerator right before it breaks down
I break down
I grimace at my embarrassment
Rosy cheeks hidden behind dark hair
I stutter my monologue
talkingtoofastforanyonetounderstandme
I watch as you walk away
Dignity intact
Mine
Is no where to be found
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