Poem 20160103

they stick in your throat
the words
they struggle
under your adam’s apple
a constriction
a spasm of the muscles
poorly coordinated nerves
preventing them from exiting

they stick
“i’m sorry”

try to swallow them down
“i was wrong”

let them
let them
let them open your mouth

let them open your mouth
“i was wrong”

let them be heard
“i love you”