APOLOGIA
forgive my too loud untutored breaths
a thousand slimy Tudors swarmed my nostrils, fortified my lungs, expelling proclomations in coughs, hangings in hack, half-hearted reformations in a soundbarrier breaking sneeze.
I am reduced to dodging calls
like slick rubbery balls, in sweatmatted dark middle school rooms, a purgatorial pummeling, a baddreammemory of greensweatpants, first glasses, limitless limbedawkwardness.
all the dishes are sunk and dirty
a dry well, inkblack, some where fielded—a shrunken day, away, a way aways, I hum as I avoid the chores, an office unfloored almost, the siren call of sloth falling down
like dread pollen from trees.
all my beliefs become pseudodoxical
an untoward sigh, signs left unclaimed, a path you stumble along, pebbles to place on rough, red tongues, on smooth white tongues, on tongueless gums, to pound into place replacing teeth.
all my words become apologies.
