Language stumbles
over edges of
teeth,
stuck in the lips’
door as I
contemplate
which word to
release next.
The universe
requests the truth,
but I am not
ready, I say, “I
need to think about
it some more,” but
clumsy phrases
waltz together without
rhythm, and
inconveniently
emerge,
without warning,
breaking out of
my embrace
and into the realm
of perception.