you memorized
in grade school,
seek them out
and spit them up.
The nothingness
in your mind chuckles
“stupidity.” You never cease to surprise.
When one word
could kill
you’d sing the
dictionary.
When one could
save—
you’re speechless?
The irony is
tangible—I reach for it.
Feels like
soap; slippery and cold
like the walls
of this room
shrinking
inward every second,
until they
collapse on us.
This lean-to
won’t hold.
As it crumbles,
you gasp.
Just one word,
“Love.
I, I love.” It’s enough.
Your walls
have broken;
you are free.
Take my hand—
walk with me.
