the words we use to
keep our lives afloat
are now sulking d e r e l i c t s.
starving and savage beasts.
dragging themselves from
tongue to unworthy tongue for
centuries before it could get its
foot in the door of the l e x i c o n.
and for what?
they are only barnacles,
s i n k i n g beneath our feet.
we should snap the line
that connects us with
our h a l v e s. set them
ablaze and let them rest.
they have done their work.
while us?
we’re just
