Monday, May 2, 2022

frustration while I eat my sammich

I'm so damn bugged
and wary
they are everywhere
listening & watching
I know them, those
ears & mouths I
hardly understand
& so I stay mostly 
mute 
though so many
conversations hide
behind the dam
of my lips
words that will 
eventually
have to pass 
more than
one poem
at
a
time