Written June 6, 2005

In my throat are the words I want to say
They rise like bile after a long night of tequila shooters
Stuck like a poorly-chewed piece of steak swallowed by a hungry man
Why do I hesitate to speak?
Maybe because I’m not comfortable with how the words sound
Maybe I’m just afraid to take the next step
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I’ll chew a couple of Tums, chew on the words,
and see if regurgitation is in my future



Written March 25, 2005

A tear shed alone
on a dusty desert highway
dried only by the sand
and the sun 

My  pain remains
locked inside
this warrior with no shield

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