The Words (book project/no. 2) / by Rebecca Tillett

The words, the words trickled up from my throat
chitchaty insects careful not to misquote
declaring out loud what I’d previously wrote
The words, the words trickled up from my throat

The words, the words escaped from my mouth
dripping with moisture after the drought
like a companionless intentional crane flying south
The words, the words escaped from my mouth

The words, the words dismounted my lips
while you blandly humored my legs, my hips
“I love”s and “you don’t”s, weeps and drips
The words, the words dismounted my lips

The words, the words seeped on from my chin
alleging of ache, of sadness, of sin
the possibilities and places they’d never been
The words, the words seeped on from my chin

The words, the words drizzled down my breasts
nothing at all like the sappy love song suggests
suffering, fervor, and sentimental protests
The words, the words drizzled down my breasts

The words, the words; ignored they expire
us was abandoned and it’s all I require
I just want to be heard, it’s all I desire-
but The words, the words; ignored they expire.