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midnightoil:

there seems to be
rocks in my throat
because when I go to tell you,
the words get caught jagged

and rough. so I keep them
in my mouth until you look away.
I hold them under my tongue.
or bite into them

with my molars. I chew my words.
swallow them back down.
or blow them into a bubblegum bubble
and pop it.

I spit them into the bushes
when you light your cigarette,
pick them out of my teeth with a toothpick and clear my throat.

then I try again.