Eating My Words

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img_3080-2 One at a time, I eat my words.

“Us” is the first to go, because that construct is gone, followed by “we.”

I wrap tiny little words and phrases together to hasten the process

Slurping down a facsimile that once carried moonlight on a beach

Sand between my toes, later in my hair

And hope and promises

My gut aches and twists but I don’t stop

Can’t stop.

I leave “you” for last, because when it is gone, there will be only one word left.

Me.

 

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