I've got this tickle in the back of my throat
because I have something to say, but I don't know what
or quite how to say it,
if or when I do know what,
so I stand here with my mouth hanging open
and gaping
until I start drooling
like a waterfall.
I will stand here
until my teeth fall out
like apples falling from trees
and I will catch them in my hands like wicker baskets.
I will string them onto a necklace
like pearls
and I will give it to you wrapped in heartstrings and ligaments
because from the beginning,
I have only ever desired to give you the most important
parts of me.