Piled to the eyes with words
and still not enough
words to say this world
and every surface
of my house and shelves
of buried self under
forests of words never
enough cemeteries for
written to death or
endlessly listened to
to survive which words
are written down
and crossed-out
the list of our lives
on ‘to do’ hearts.
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