I take back
All the words
I ever said
Scraping them up
Torn-nailed fingers
Rake the black dirt
Scooping all
The syllables
In cupped hands
Contrasting colors
Like refrigerator magnets
Shoving each letter
Back in my mouth
Stretched
Red cheeks
Eyes winced with pain
Filled to capacity
All the awkward insults
Backhanded compliments
Gushing flattery
Manipulative mockery
Swallowed whole
Struggled gulps
Back down
From where they came
I never know
What I mean
Anyway
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