You are sweet
Like overripe fruit
Forgotten in my kitchen

Salty skin in the summer
Lips touch under shady trees
Watching busy bees
Float by

My mind is a busy bee
Thinking turning spiraling
Out of control
Just a book waiting
To be written

I cannot trail words
Together and make
Them make sense

I can only break
Words apart between
My teeth and spit
Them out

Hoping they hold the
Answer all on their own
Because I cannot slow
Down and think about it

Think about the words
They come out in quick
Angry bursts
Sudden sad sounds
Spilling out of my mouth

I try to swallow them
Whole but I can’t
I can only choke
Out sorry
Sorry sorry
I’m so sorry

For failing
And falling
And wanting
And needing
You