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.