but the process
of making up shapes
in my mouth
as I go?
There is no—
there is no—
no such thing as—
a correct structure,
I stutter;
yet I can't
shake the feeling
that something
must come next.
*
Not to sound
defeatist,
or morose—but
I'm a completist, so
carve it on my stone:
Here Lies A Sucker
For Matters Of Course.
Reality may be
a bad marriage,
but I'm far too
invested in it now
to divorce;
in fact, the quicker
time passes,
the less and less
I even notice
the flicker.
