my mouth is fat, pregnant with those words again
oh god, like the vile vomit that stains my kitchen floor
every other day of the week; make it go away.
my nose is plugged with pillows and
I'm trying to cover my mouth and breathe
at the same time
but with every breath another word just dribbles down my chin
dissolving on my shoes like hot acid
…coughing up sentences in the stalls
of that bathroom of the hotel lobby where you said you'd be
and I'm blowing out paragraphs
while we stand in line in the doctor's office
so he can refill our prescription of highly-recommended pills

(the air is trapped in my throat.)