Plain Speech

I could speak plainly
or dress my language in
heavy ugly symbols
like lead shackles
and slackened somethings

I could speak plainly
when the sun is new
and my skin is hot
and the muggy air
suffocates the pours
and speech dissolves
into heated beads of sweat

I could flick my hair
to one side, stand on
one foot, stretch,
catch my breath. Heat
immobilizes my body.
Stifling humid yellow;
on this ugly day
I'd just like to stay inside
and speak plainly, I could.

Reviews

[Brittany]

Sometimes we need to just say what's on our damn minds. I know I lean towards a metaphoric writing style but I admit it can be too much at times.

I enjoyed this one, it has a nice rythmn about it. It gets right to the point.