something’s stuck in my mouth

the following are small snippets of something i can’t quite understand yet. maybe when i’m seventy i’ll finally get it, come back here, and say, ah, i was close. then, i’ll start again.

*

i have never

known death to say

no

only life to stutter

with maybe

and not now

and i’m tired

aren’t you?

*

i’m like the rest

resting

and trying to

not be like the rest

by staying awake

and not letting my yawn

catch on

*

i’m a human rotting

and rotten and hoping

for the best

like that i won’t spoil

or be spoiled too quickly