you can't find
the right word
to express what
you want to say,
it's in there
somewhere you
think, tapping
your forehead,
but it won't come
out. you fear
the early onset
of some
mental illness
which makes
you put your shoes
in the icebox,
and the milk
in the stove.
finally, while
standing in
the shower, you
remember what
the word is
and feel relieved,
safe for
another year
or two.
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