Purple Tongue
There is so much
I don’t need to tell you.
Like how nervous I am
about your mother coming
to visit us.
Or how worried I am
that we will never be able
to "do this right".
Or how scared I am
that having a baby would keep me
from ever fulfilling my dreams.
I wonder at night
if I am as crazy as my mother.
And in the morning
I think about telling you.
But it would do no good.
You are not a therapist
and you can’t fix it.
And even if you could,
it would be nothing more than
an empty swallow of grape juice.
Good going down,
but once gone
I would be just as thirsty,
and all I would have
to show for it
is a purple tongue.
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