I caught myself saying words
I hadn’t wished to say out loud.
They flipped out of my mouth and landed suicidally
between me and he with a thud on the tile floor.
He tried to dance around them, but not me,
I stopped and stared, entranced by the putrid smell of my own making.
I knew if I attempted to step I would just slip
in the slop that divided me and he,
in the slop that that divided me and many.
I blinked once, twice, but the crime scene would not, could not go away.
And so I did what any respectable person would do.
I sat down, tucked a creamy linen napkin into my shirt,
grabbed my fork and ate my words. Every. Last. One.