Words not yet formed.
Words frozen, inexpressable.
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,
it’s not quite as obvious,
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.
in their refusal
to fit into a thought.
and you know what…?