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Stammer.

hi,
my name is
t- t- t- never
mind, swallow
the hesitation
clenching the p- p-
paper. deep breath.
tightly a little red
ball of n- n- n-
nervousness hangs
– mouth contorts but
no sound, breath caught –
i- i- i- i-
in my chest, i wonder
what they’re th- th- th-
fuck.
hide your face with the paper
fuck. you don’t do that. smile
warily, smile as if this is
n- n- n-
normal.
sounds are an enigma
and sometimes, i want
to s- s- say things, it’s the knowing,
the words just won’t
FUCKING COME OUT.
I know what I have to say
It’s just that they
won’t c-

c-

c- c-

come out proper
with a broken mouth and
hapless short breaths of
h- h-
helplessness, I
PUSH AND PUSH
AND IT ONLY GETS WORSE,
and then suddenly
a stream of smooth sentences
as if language were fluid and I
a boat with no friction gliding
gracefully over the words, as if
I were a m- m- m-
fuck.
master.
if only for a short while.

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I can’t describe what I feel right now
I haven’t read about this anywhere
I haven’t seen it, heard it, smelt it or touched it
I cannot imagine a word that does justice to it.
It conjures up no images in my head,
Can’t define it, can’t recognize it
I can feel it, and yet, I don’t know
What it is, but I do know, what it’s not.

The irony of language often traps us,
In images and words, and the relations between them
Only to realise that there is no connection,
Between the things we see, and the things we speak
Multitudes of people, multitudes of chains, binding
The abstract to the real, and yet, we go on
Talking, as if nothing were wrong with
The opening line of the poems we write.