But how can I talk about it my
images veiled and the word I want
grows small in a mouth while no one waits.
The waves haven’t stopped for a minute but
amidst the churn there’s a still bubble
reserved for you and one other though
there have been so many lost packages
and delays in dreams in which you slowly
suffocate while delivering the speech
that could have saved you and in the back
of the room that talk that you wanted to
have with her maybe just a few words might
dissolve the dam but I think too much
of the poison hows the light escapes