I feel a pop in my stomach
And slight unease – bubbling
From unhealthy food choices.
My mouth – talks
And ears listen to the noise,
Yet, puffs of air stop – stories
In my tracks.
But every word I say,
I find you listen and smile,
Even after small – jumps
In rhythmic rhetoric,
Sending my words out of sync –
The conversation ends – abruptly.
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