Month: December 2014

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I’m not quite sure I know how to speak anymore,
My words tend to run out of stamina
Huffing and puffing that there isn’t anymore to say about anything in the world
I ought to stop dwindling away like the last leaves that fall before winter off the trees
I’m not quite sure
When it is I began to feel small
A crumpled grocery list in a back pocket
With the ink now blurry and fading
From the laundry wash
I’m not quite sure,
Why it is I