long i carry a clever
string of words
in my
mind, not writing them down,
but holding
them like a baby
in my arms.
i won't forget them,
i won't drop
them to the ground.
like a mantra,
i repeat them to myself,
like candy
i roll them around
in my mouth,
wanting to
hurry home to tap them
out on a keyboard,
a new unsilly,
but
ambitious poem.
and then.
suddenly.
they're gone.
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