no matter
how many hours i built
up my script
for the assignment
i had to do well on
the blood
curdling
anxiety couldnt help but
to sweep it
away out my
heavy, saturated mind
and then its gone
“among the
ancient ruins of…” i pause
i knew this like
the back of my hand
why could i not
recite it? the
long long speech
i spent 4 hours
memorizing gone with a
gust of wind
would one not
remember a river
that they have swallowed
whole? is it strange that it has
simply evaporated in the blink of an
eye, freshwater stains on the walls of a
cup made to quench my long
lived thirst. i am left dry and lonely,
laying in a desert drier than
my empty, wordless mouth.
there is simply nothing left to do but stand
on a stage and stutter, the tantalizing irises
of those
surrounding
threatening
to swallow me like black holes. a
familiar buzzing ignites in my
blood. anxiety
squeezes my lungs.
the sky above me
opens up and my invisible words dance in
the wind, wishing me luck, and then they’re gone