threaded together.

sometimes words bubble out of me
slowly
one
at
a
time
painfully marked by silence
and then
a sigh
before i find the next word
to say.
like my body is forming them
inside some word womb
putting together letters
sounds
syllables
threaded together by
a dull needle
and
a puncture wound.
those are the times when
i'm not sure i've said
enough.
and i wonder
if the words my heart
plucked and put on my tongue
were the right ones.

but who am i to argue
with my heart.

i am just a silly girl
who gets distracted
by the way you can actually hear the breeze
(shhhhh
listen to it)
when there are lots of trees in the way.