Untold secrets
Unchased dreams
Unspoken thoughts,
clutter my junk drawer, and
fill up the spaces between my moments.
They choke my sense and make me,
nod and smile and laugh
as if I cared for it all.
clutter the bookshelf, and
punctuate the brevity of my pauses.
They crumble in my sight, and make me
chit and chat and babble
all the practiced conversations
collect beneath the bed, and
shout out to the irony of my sighs
They multiply, and make me
squirm, and shift, and wiggle
Out from under myself.
