I have a talented mouth
A tongue as nimble as it can be clumsy
inarticulate
Uniformity is lost on the first reading

Listen, gather
Sift through my words
all of them

I have a rhythm that belies the needs of the rational
the reasonable

No easy sway follows
Instead
A slide across the floor on your belly dragged by despair
Frenetic, fearful, arms
Hips that circle only to gyrate with so much desperation
Grind grind grind
down to what your pelvis really contains

exposed as my eyes red and deprived with sleep
No looking away.