I try to prevent the stack of blocks
That
tower
high
in
my
stomach
from
toppling
over
By sipping too-hot tea
(It burns my tongue)
To act as glue
Though I know it won't bind
And I can't
I can't
I can't speak
I try anyway.
Sharp short breaths
As the blocks begin to fall
Prevent words from being spoken
Make my hands clammy
Embarrass me
Because the architecture of my mind
Was off again
(Not quite up to standards)
Like it always has been.
