fit
myself into words lips swell crack knuckles ache eyes red
jellies crusty split feet balloons I have not moved as the words enclose me close the
lid push me down lean elbows on me I’m trying to crawl out words are counting
down they are running from the corners to join defying linguistics making out
they are something other than a box that they are my veins and cartilage neurons and synapses microflora they punctuate with jagged commas way too
many flap me with a thesaurus wear down my spine words used to be friends
but they say find find jobs find money make money with us and my fingers are kranskies my
belly a hive of wasps a knife in my voice box they have sharp corners they are being clever and dear
they hurt making me fit they don't work they don't work but dear they try words to make me fit
Oh wow
ReplyDeleteHey Lizz, I did a job application today. :) Thems the words.
ReplyDeleteIt is literal!
ReplyDeleteVery powerful - love them words! :)
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