I get stage
fright on the phone.
everything turns
to ashes
before it
escapes my mouth.
I’m trying
to blow out flames
but they
keep increasing,
licking my
lips, my whole body
a fire
waiting to be put out.
something
about the tightness
is familiar,
I feel held
like in a
cocoon
not ready to
burst.
case in
point –
I still giggle
more
than a grown
woman should,
it’s the only sound I’ve made
that gets
out unscathed .
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