am i thought?

just for fun, when writing the piece “lit/unlit” light was the word that rushed forth…

a word
rushes forth
at every chance
“am i needed?
“am i sought?”

it repeats itself
like a child recites
“can i or can i not?”

shamelessly
pandering
clumsily
meandering
teasing forgetfulness
like it wants to be caught

but ever ready
with a toothy grin
“am i needed?
how ’bout now?
am i thought?”

your loss not mine

“your loss not mine”

i practice before the mirror
a toss of the head
a narrowing of eyes
a haughty contempt
a shoddy attempt

i practice typing
hurriedly,
punctuating victory
leaving no space
between the lines
to read defeat
before jabbing “delete”

i practice the phrase
biting each word
chewing upon its gravity
less rudely than spit
more bitter than wit

i can’t do this shit.