the words get caught in my throat

Words not yet formed.

Words frozen, inexpressable.

“I’m lonely,”

doesn’t say enough.

It is like that carnival game,

where you throw the ring

trying to land it on the bottles.

And despite seeming easy, straightforward,

as you watch it bounce, sputter, and then fall off,

you realize

it’s not quite as obvious,

as easy

as it seemed.

That’s what words are sometimes.

A solid attempt at something that will not stick.

The emotions in my body will not fluidly form into something coherent.

They refuse to be digestible.

to be intellectual-able.

they’re insistent,


and unrelenting

in their refusal

to fit into a thought.

and you know what…?


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