Monday 21st February 2011, A. Palmer
Tonight, I wanted to talk
but you were unavailable again.
So rather than store my words in your voicemail
to be mocked out of the moment,
I let them tumble back down my throat,
and wonder where the name I know went.
Trouble is, my stomach’s full of thoughts I failed
to express and feelings I didn’t go vent.
One more mouthful will make me ill, so boat
the rock, sail him away in efforts to foment
a sudden availability,