My Reply

Too hot coffee has burnt my tongue

And

I

Feel the rough edge of it on the roof of my mouth

And

I

Don’t know what to say anymore—

Sometimes...

Don’t know what to

Write

Anymore.

Sick of

Aimlessly spilling my guts behind

Words that no one

Ever takes the time to

Feel.

 

Maybe I’m too

Philosophical,

Maybe I

Just need to wake up

And speak

Straighter,

But I’m a fan of

Beautified refrigerator doors.

So,

This is my reply to

            You—

But to myself more than

            You—

Keep your hands on the keyboard as long as

Your eyes can stay open,

Don’t sleep,

Just

            Feel

And      Breathe

And      Soar

Until the words come back: batteries

Recharged

And tongue quenched with raspberry kool-aid.

This is my reply.