A new
day brings the
challenge
of words.
I can’t
make them
work the
way I want.
They’re
being evil to
me. They’ve
abandoned
me.
They are
not conveying
what I
want.
The
silence is louder
than the
words.
A phone
off the hook,
a
deserted farm house.
The
desolate hillsides of
a fire
ravaged countryside.
They’re
fighting me.
Maybe I’m
just too worried
about
money and love.
Or just
hungry.
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