- Vol. 05
- Chapter 05
For Lack of a Better Word
We capture gossip in our mouth This is what we get— A false sense of smiles and held to Perfection.
Shut up this something— a twig, A memory, rosemary, lavender Held by mechanically chopped Words
We said too much Loved too much It’s all too much Gripping, but we want Secrets out
It’s perfect. Just punctuated with our gleam.