I'm a little hung up on words--
chalky, stiff, abrasive words
that brush my teeth with a towel.
Pleasant, but sticky words
like eclectic and breasts--
words that peanut butter the roof of my mouth.
Words that I can trip over
or brick-wall run into... lint, red, wait.
Buttercream, fluid, blue-raspberry--
words I can sleep with still on my tongue,
and don't make me undress at night.
Awkward, stones, devious--
winter words I cough out or tie scarfs around.
Words that sit in waiting rooms with me and yawn
at flourescent lights.
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