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indiscriminate
tumult
in me

rowdy mouths
I want to talk to every one
and calm them down
// instead I’m all just
heavy
lungs
in a sickly littered
ugly hug

is there no spirit in me to speak?
no gift of tongues
even when I need them?

8 o’clock
& we aren’t eating
// we said we would
we said   at 8 o’clock

but I undid it
us
I knew
I knew I would