Less Clever

Sometimes I swallow back
an ocean of words
to let only a trickle spill out.

They fall in drips
instead of torrents
and I choke on what I don’t say.

Perhaps because they are
more cruel than I know is right,
but more often,
perhaps because they are
less clever than I know I’d like.





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