the word is there
right there on the tip of my tongue
like a headache throbbing
its there
i need a pencil for this one
the light from this screen hurts my eyes
eyes that are tired from sameness
brightness
an everydayness
but today its there
like spice and sour tickling
like sweet spreading on my tongue
its there
tongues that are tired from talking
and waiting
tongues that exhaust the contours of the same words
but its there
a new one.
like the smell of fish just out of reach
like optimism learning to breath
this frankenstein is learning to pump blood
hot molten
like subcutanious hemoglobin
peeping out from a calloused cut.