these exiguous words will not
feed you
they do not contain caloric value
and they will certainly not give you
the gall
to "go naked into that good night",
sir
instead they will stay tangled
betwixt my vital organs
and it would not be shocking
if I confused my inability to speak them to you
with an appendicitis attack
please don't stick your finger down my throat
because I've been trying to abstain from
upchucking about sixty poems, some adderall, and
neglected obligations all over your face
for quite some time
so
remove your hand
before you reek of stomach acid
infidelity
and when you're ready for my honesty
I'll be sure to provide you with a more pleasant metaphor
*I quote Lawrence Ferlinghetti, not Dylan Thomas.
If it were Thomas, I'd be misquoting.
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