& I may belabor a point, sure

but it’s the cylinder of my mind gapping
around an article of intense importance

& so I natter on about the smell & feel
& taste of
yr perspiration,
along w/

meticulous examinations of

the kind yet probitive look you give me as
I bashfully try to avoid
telling you how I really feel...

so
some things I will let out, but only
as a stanch to the dizzying stream of more
embarrassing revelations -

I will keep telling you
about the vertigo I feel when we talk & how
I manage to get pulled out yards emotionally
if just inches at a time

but not that these all feel like a
return to my home, to some state

that I recognize as
the basic piece of my
equilibrium;

& even if the
expressive valve closes

& I can’t articulate anything,
I will likely carry on
stammering
& grasping.

It’s something
I imagine
you sort of love about me –

that I will try anyhow, & get
compound frustration from
the effort,

failing with the nobility of
a beast in the trees;

& you will glide on
undetected,
not possessing of
the bad hinges that
fold me over on myself

or the need to do
anything except

pull the reluctant truth out of me
one gentle prod
at a time

01/04/2012

Posted on 09/06/2012
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