My voice's fine motor skills are poor. I've developed this fumbling tic over the buttons of the spaces between my words, unable to fasten them to meaning and sincerity when in front of a crowd. My grandmother would be so disappointed in the drops in my blanket of words.
dropping the stitches and the lopsided lines I weave Unable to make a pattern and fix the holes I've made. The nimbleness of my syllables have dwindled down to self-concious pauses with filler words.