Saturday, January 7, 2017

You're calling me but
I don't want to talk to you.
I don't want to think about 
my voice, my word choice.
I don't want to slap my forehead 
for what I've said & say 
for how & what way 
I speak presents itself;
sometimes my words drunkenly  
stumble out 
& fall to the ground
or they catch on to unnecessary fears 
like misguided embers,
misguided tempers, 
but my thoughtful speeches 
curl into petals that peel & unfurl 

for the eyes willing to water them. 

.Laura Curren.
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