Monday, June 15, 2015


I can't push out the words I needs to speak
Or write
I have all these
Words backed up inside me
But I can't grab a translator
Not right now.

How do you ask
Someone to translate
The solid thick thoughts you have
Into a smooth, running, liquid line of words
Funneled out
Like a drain
They must be melted
Then filtered
Into streaming letter
After letter
Building a ripe story
Pure for whatever they need.

Riley Welch

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