gibberish

by amy sharp


all of your thoughts falling right out and pooling at your feet everyone around you picks them up and tries them on and you just about die when that girl sees inside your head all the way to the middle where you get pushed up against the wall hard and your arms dangle to your side because they don't work when he stares at you and the man over there he tries to pick them all up off the wet sidewalk and hand them to you like kittens but you just make faces and turn your lips to the sad rain and there is something about the word yes that sounds like wind