Words
My body is leaking information
words overflowing from my brain
slipping out silently between the sounds of our conversations
flowing neatly, swiftly, through the tip of my finger as I scroll on the phone
falling begrudgingly into my morning coffee, plop, plop, plop
to be swallowed back down again
they are littering the floor
piling up on the stairs
they are churning churning in my head and twisting up in my hair
I want to gather them up
I want to pour them into the cracks of the world
letting them grow thicker and thicker
until they pry apart reality and reveal
what is underneath
I want to pour them onto the page
and watch them arrange themselves into a truth
I want to gather them up into the shape of me
so I can show you and say, “see? see? now do you see?”
but they slip through my fingers as I walk down the hall
they slide down the drain while I cut my hair over the bathroom sink
they get lost in the piles of dirty laundry that do not care about me
and so I leave them, silently