shoulda-whispered thoughts to my sometimes self



i wish i woulda kept you
to myself, held you in
{under}
ribbed cage. i maybe
coulda cut you off
behind these tired teeth,
had my heart not
h(u)mmmm’d
so loud into this
hot-wired sky.

ah, well.

perhaps this long slow
swell of moon will cast
a
quiet
spell.

go ahead
and spill.

……………..{i’ll never tell.}

 

 

..
NovPAD, day 21. (Catching up, backwards.) 

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