The Words I Never Say

the words I never say

end up in everything I write

can you hear them?

they hide, like frightened children,

tucked away in shadowed corners

and hallway closets that smell of

mothballs and winter

only rarely do they prance about

honest and forthright and brave

faces flushed with vigor

exultant in their authenticity

no, no, normally they cower

behind whatever else is on the page

and peek around with liquid eyes

they’re always there

a heartbeat, steady beneath

a thin latticework of veins,

speaking what I cannot

can you hear me?


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