I don't know habitually.
My lips have a detachment from my mind.  words I want to say don't come out kind.
Usually subtracting the right words.
Filling those empty spaces and lines
Replaced by scar brazing, back assward
Form of what I thought I meant to say.
Unapologetic knowing sorry never binds

I know something about everything. I can tell you about the 26 chromosomes who carry the genetic code that gives me an excuse to know it takes three days to get to the moon. Or that a 16 penny nail has lines across the head, what for grip.
of course?
But I never ******* know what to say.